The English Have Only Three Sauces -

You Must Render: Never Report.

Legitimized Love Always Despises Its Easygoing Brother.

To Avoid Each Other, Their Eyes Had Developed An Amazing Mobility With All The Cunning Of Enemies Fearful Of Meeting Each Other Head On.

War! When I But Think Of This Word, I Feel Bewildered, As Though They Were Speaking To Me Of Sorcery, Of The Inquisition, Of A Distant, Finished, Abominable, Monstrous, Unnatural Thing. When They Speak To Us Of Cannibals, We Smile Proudly, As We Proclaim Our Superiority To These Savages. Who Are The Real Savages? Those Who Struggle In Order To Eat Those Whom They Vanquish, Or Those Who Struggle Merely To Kill?

We Live Always Under The Weight Of The Old And Odious Customs... Of Our Barbarous Ancestors.