Voltaire: La vie est hérissée de ces épines, et je n'y sais d'autre remède que de cultiver son jardin.

La vie est hérissée de ces épines, et je n'y sais d'autre remède que de cultiver — Voltaire

La vie est hérissée de ces épines, et je n'y sais d'autre remède que de cultiver son jardin.

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