Pastoral Resources

I remember playing football dressed in peculiar costumes with some friends in France and laughing so hard we couldn't even stand up, let alone kick the ball.

My son loves the Hotel du Cap, in the south of France.

In France, you're with the crew, and you have lunch with them. It's more like a family.

I had to inspect all fighter units in Russia, Africa, Sicily, France, and Norway. I had to be everywhere.

In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.

Once upon a time there was an old country, wrapped up in habit and caution. We have to transform our old France into a new country and marry it to its time.

When I want to know what France thinks, I ask myself.

As an adolescent I was convinced that France would have to go through gigantic trials, that the interest of life consisted in one day rendering her some signal service and that I would have the occasion to do so.

France cannot be France without greatness.

France has lost the battle but she has not lost the war.

I was France.

I might have had trouble saving France in 1946 - I didn't have television then.

I have tried to lift France out of the mud. But she will return to her errors and vomitings. I cannot prevent the French from being French.

I have no intention of going back to France, except for yearly visits to meet my family.

Actually, today I had to defend the Bush Administration in France again. They refuse to accept, because of their political ideology, that he has actually done more than any American President for Africa. But it's empirically so.

It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.

There were ten concentration camps in France from 1939 on.

It was a mistake. I was wrong, but I discovered this many years later. I was acting on the basis of this mandate given me by the most important leaders of the world: President Bush's father, prime minister of France, President Mitterand, the Chinese, everybody.

A friend in the War Office warned me that I was in Kitchener's black books, and that orders had been given for my arrest next time I appeared in France.

But do you know, I shall not be sorry to die. I shall be glad, Monsieur. And why glad, you ask? Because I love France and hate the Germans who have put this war on us.