#french

The French want no-one to be their superior. The English want inferiors. The Frenchman constantly raises his eyes above him with anxiety. The Englishman lowers his beneath him with satisfaction. ↗

— Alexis de Tocqueville

#anxiety #beneath #constantly #english #englishman

Each had defended his own country; the Germans Germany, the Frenchmen France; they had done their duty. ↗

— Ernst Toller

#defended #done #duty #each #france

The French, I think, in general, are strangely prolix in their natural history. ↗

— Gilbert White

#general #history #i #i think #natural

I was as repelled by the French as I was attracted by their country. ↗

— Margaret Anderson

#country #french #i #repelled #their

French was my first language. ↗

— Bob Cousy

#french #language

First need in the reform of hospital management? That's easy! The death of all dietitians, and the resurrection of a French chef. ↗

— Martin H. Fischer

#death #easy #first #french #hospital

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding. ↗

— Georges Duhamel

#french #inflicted #town #which #wounds

People who do not speak our language very well do complain of feeling rebuffed by French people, who can sometimes be impatient, or even intolerant. ↗

— Bernard Pivot

#even #feeling #french #french people #impatient

Culture and tradition have to change little by little. So 'new' means a little twist, a marriage of Japanese technique with French ingredients. My technique. Indian food, Korean food; I put Italian mozzarella cheese with sashimi. I don't think 'new new new.' I'm not a genius. A little twist. ↗

— Masaharu Morimoto

#cheese #culture #food #french #genius

When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ this praise for me when I was beautiful." And not a maid but, at the sound of it, though nodding at the stitch on broidered stool, will start awake, and bless love's benefit whose long fidelities bring Time to school. I shall be thin and ghost beneath the earth by myrtle shade in quiet after pain, but you, a crone, will crouch beside the hearth mourning my love and all your proud disdain. And since what comes to-morrow who can say? Live, pluck the roses of the world to-day. ↗

— Pierre de Ronsard

#helene #love #beauty