« The man, like the Parrot of parsley, is fond of ideas which kill him. »
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Jean Rostand
Pages d'un moraliste |
Jean Rostand
Pages d'un moraliste
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« At the first crack in the ideal, the real rushes. »
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Jean Rostand
Pages d'un moraliste |
Jean Rostand
Pages d'un moraliste
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« You can never rest on love - and it is yet upon him that everything is based. »
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Jean Rostand
Carnet d’un biologiste |
Jean Rostand
Carnet d’un biologiste
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