#france

To be a gourmet you must start early, as you must begin riding early to be a good horseman. You must live in France, your father must have been a gourmet. Nothing in life must interest you but your stomach. ↗

— Ludwig Bemelmans

#begin #early #father #france #good

I liked Berkeley tremendously, Berkeley was a very leftist campus. I came to love that city as much as I love Paris or the south of France or New York. ↗

— Whitfield Diffie

#came #campus #city #france #i

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. ↗

— Philip Gibbs

#arrest #been #black #books #france

In fact, my mom always told me because I was the daughter of an Army officer born overseas in Paris, France, that under the Constitution she believed that I could never run for president. ↗

— Karen Hughes

#army #because #believed #born #constitution

Useful as a war against France, undertaken by the Government against the will of the people would be for our revolutionary development, just so dangerous must be the effect upon our democratic development of a war supported by blind popular enthusiasm. ↗

— Ferdinand Lassalle

#blind #dangerous #democratic #development #effect

I've got lots of good friends. I could have affairs. I can read a book all night, put the cat on the end of the bed. I can pick up my passport and go to France. I don't have to ask anybody. ↗

— Joanna Lumley

#all night #anybody #ask #bed #book

In France, I learned about wine and cheese. ↗

— Walter Wager

#cheese #france #i #learned #wine

France is a place where the money falls apart in your hands but you can't tear the toilet paper. ↗

— Billy Wilder

#falls #france #hands #money #paper

France is the country where the money falls apart and you can't tear the toilet paper. ↗

— Billy Wilder

#country #falls #france #money #paper

He mused on this village of his, which had sprung up in this place, amid the stones, like the gnarled undergrowth of the valley. All Artaud's inhabitants were inter-related, all bearing the same surname to such an extent that they used double-barrelled names from the cradle up, to distinguish one from another. At some antecedent date an ancestral Artaud had come like an outcast, to establish himself in this waste land. His family had grown with the savage vitality of the vegetation, drawing nourishment from this stone till it had become a tribe, then the tribe turned to a community, till they could not sort out their cousinage, going back for generations. They inter-married with unblushing promiscuity. ↗

— Émile Zola

#france #in-breeding #village #dating