Jean Rostand

Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.

We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.

Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.

I visualize a time when we will be to robots what dogs are to humans, and I'm rooting for the machines.

The course of business shapes public opinion.

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.