Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Jean GiraudouxHalf the human race can change its name and sometimes its nation without suffering — at least half! All women!
Jean GiraudouxIf two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows-it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes to late.
Jean Giraudoux