It Will Not Be Any European Statesman

I Always Thought I Was Jeanne D'arc And Bonaparte. How Little One Knows Oneself.

Soyons Fermes, Purs Et Fidèles ; Au Bout De Nos Peines, Il Y A La Plus Grande Gloire Du Monde, Celle Des Hommes Qui N'ont Pas Cédé. [let Us Be Firm, Pure And Faithful; At The End Of Our Sorrow, There Is The Greatest Glory Of The World, That Of The Men Who Did Not Give In.]

I Wouldn't Mind Dying For France, But Not For Air France.

The Better I Get To Know Men, The More I Find Myself Loving Dogs.

There Can Be No Prestige Without Mystery, For Familiarity Breeds Contempt.