Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
Le biologiste passe, la grenouille reste. The biologist passes, the frog remains. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
It may offend us to hear our own thoughts expressed by others: we are not sure enough of their souls. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn't write them again, and wouldn't want to. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
Never feel remorse for what you have thought about your wife; she has thought much worse things about you. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God. — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a… — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
Falsity cannot keep an idea from being beautiful; there are certain errors of such ingenuity that one could regret their not ranking among the… — Jean Rostand Copy Share Image
