Jean Giraudoux said this quote

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

~ Jean Giraudoux

I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

~ Jean Giraudoux

I believe in the gods. Or rather I believe that I believe in the gods. But I don't believe that they are great brooding presences watching over us I believe they are completely absent-minded.

~ Jean Giraudoux

I forgot they were talking about me. They sound so wonderfully convincing.

~ Jean Giraudoux