“Everyone, when there's war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehoo…” — Jean Giraudoux

It would be better if only the old men fought the wars. Every country is the country of youth. When its youth dies, it dies with them.

The theatre is like a Catholic Mass of language.

If you sing a song of peace with enough gestures and grimaces, it becomes a war song.

As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum.