When I want to know what France thinks, I ask myself.
He who laughs last didn't get the joke.
How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?
How can one conceive of a one-party system in a country that has over two hundred varieties of cheese?
There can be no prestige without mystery, for familiarity breeds contempt.
I have against me the bourgeois, the military and the diplomats, and for me, only the people who take the Métro.