Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Jean GiraudouxA man's name, title, and rank are artificial and impermanent; they do nothing to reveal what he really is, even to himself.
Jean GiraudouxSadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Jean GiraudouxA man's name, title, and rank are artificial and impermanent; they do nothing to reveal what he really is, even to himself.
Jean Giraudoux