To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul). — Jean Rostand
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To be adult is to be alone (etre adulte c'est etre seul).

— Jean Rostand
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