In order to become the master, the politician poses as the servant.
No, I'm not talking about the Russians; I mean the Germans. In spite of everything, to have pushed so far!
Men are of no importance. What counts is who commands.
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.
Deliberation is the work of many men. Action, of one alone.
For all of us Frenchmen, the guiding rule of our epoch is to be faithful to France.