Quotes About France

I have discovered France's best-kept secret. Reunion is an island of some 970 square miles situated in the Indian Ocean south-west of Mauritius and east of Madagascar.

France is a pretty stable democracy, but incidents occur. And I was pleased to have police accompaniment.

France's economy is stagnant, statist, and uncompetitive and urgently needs reform.

France always has plenty men of talent, but it is always deficient in men of action and high character.

The great majority of men, especially in France, both desire and possess a fashionable woman, much in the way one might own a fine horse - as a luxury befitting a young man.

Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead?

France was a long despotism tempered by epigrams.

France was long a despotism tempered by epigrams.

I like Ireland because it means I'm near France.

France desperately needs to work on its competitiveness and attractiveness.

In America, they are very respectful of your work. People are not judgmental. They like difference - to be different is a force. In France, you have to be like the girl next door.

The Flavour of France.

Pouilly Fuisse, Bichot

Grain prices in France, for example, where the supply of coin was relatively scarce, were over seven times higher in 1600 than in 1500.

On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer and dryer pair.

If there was a Hell, my mom said you'd go there for wearing fur coats or buying a cream rinse tested on baby rabbits by escaped Nazi scientists in France.

A secret treaty known as the Sykes-Picot Agreement, for the two men who signed it, Sir Mark Sykes for Britain and Jacques Georges-Picot for France, finally awarded to the French, without the Arabs' knowledge or consent, a "sphere of influence" in much of the area in which Britain had promised to support an independent Arab state.

We started out to see some of Paris on foot with him, stopping at the famous Café de la Paix, where you were supposed to see everyone you knew if you just sat there long enough. To sit at a sidewalk café having coffee or a drink – the sound and sight of France all around. The Champs-Elysées was incredible – the chestnut trees – how could one city attain such perfection? Who had dreamed it up? Who had made it all come true? I wanted to see every corner of it.

Dee warned "neither France, Denmark, Scotland, Spain, nor any other country can have such liberty for invasion

They order, said I, this matter better in France.

The National Convention declares that slavery is abolished throughout the territory of the Republic; in consequence, all men, without distinction of color, will enjoy the rights of French citizens."37

I am bored in France, especially as everyone resembles Voltaire.

France is not poetic she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.

By coincidence I ran into my kid brother, Tom, on the dock in Le Havre, France, in October 1945.