When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Jean AnouilhBeauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.
Jean AnouilhWhen you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Jean AnouilhBeauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.
Jean Anouilh