When I want to know what France thinks, I ask myself.
A great country worthy of the name does not have any friends.
Gentlemen, I am ready for the questions to my answers.
It's better to have a bad plan then no plan at all.
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.
How can one conceive of a one-party system in a country that has over two hundred varieties of cheese?