10/16/2017 08:00am
You also will learn this too late : life is a book you love, a child playing next to you, a tool well held in your hand, a bench to rest in front of your house in the evening. You will despise me again, but you will see : to understand this, it is the derisive consolation of growing old. Finaly, life is perhaps only happiness.
Antigone - Jean Anouilh