The French are nice people. I allow them to sing and to write, and they allow me to do whatever I like.
Nowhere but in France are people so strictly observant of great matters and so disdainfully indulgent about small ones.
Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing. Turn out your toes as you walk. And remember who you are!
The French are sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like people's feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine, they gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own wimpy language.
This (French-Kissing) is a really sexy thing to do, according to the French people, although you should bear in mind that they also like to eat snails.
I love France. The French respect your privacy.
I was as repelled by the French as I was attracted by their country.
I think that in France, we should do like the French people.
The French, I think, in general, are strangely prolix in their natural history.
Oh, I'm not English, I cannot talk on behalf of an English person. I'm French. I can say about French. They are quite emotional, though, and they talk about their emotions.
I have just learned a delicious French usage. On wedding invitations when they say the mass is at noon they mean one o'clock -when they say at noon precise they mean half after twelve - and when they say at very precisely noon they mean noon.
I am a native Frenchwoman and proud of it.
"They order," said I, "this matter better in France."
I know the French mentality.
