Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It’s the aim of art to give it some.

Anouilh’s remark frames art as a shaping force rather than a mere ornament. Ordinary life may be pleasant (“very nice”), yet it is sprawling, contingent, and formless—events do not naturally arrange themselves into coherent patterns or meanings. Art, by contrast, selects, orders, and intensifies experience, giving it structure (plot, rhythm, image, design) and thus making it intelligible and communicable. The line also implies a mild skepticism about “life as it is”: without artistic form, experience can feel unfinished or incoherent. In this view, art does not falsify life so much as complete it—offering the clarity, unity, and significance that raw living rarely provides on its own.