These People Really Aim Very Badly.

Silence Is The Ultimate Weapon Of Power.

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.

One Must Wait Until The Evening To See How Splendid The Day Was; One Cannot Judge Life Until Death.

Greatness Is A Road Leading Towards The Unknown.

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