The Cemetery Is Filled With Indispensable Men.

Only Peril Can Bring The French Together. One Can't Impose Unity Out Of The Blue On A Country That Has 265 Different Kinds Of Cheese.

I Have Heard Your Views. They Do Not Harmonize With Mine. The Decision Is Taken Unanimously.

France Was Built With Swords. The Fleur-de-lis, Symbol Of National Unity, Is Only The Image Of A Spear With Three Pikes.

Once Upon A Time There Was An Old Country, Wrapped Up In Habit And Caution. We Have To Transform Our Old France Into A New Country And Marry It To Its Time.

Nothing Builds Authority Up Like Silence, Splendor Of The Strong And Shelter Of The Weak.