No policy is worth anything outside of reality.
Long live Montreal, Long live Quebec! Long live Free Quebec!
France was built with swords. The fleur-de-lis, symbol of national unity, is only the image of a spear with three pikes.
The desire of privilege and the taste of equality are the dominant and contradictory passions of the French of all times.
My dear and old country, here we are once again together faced with a heavy trial.
Belgium is a country invented by the British to annoy the French.
Don’t think of yourself as indispensable or infallible. The cemeteries of the world are full of indispensable men.
These people really aim very badly.
For all of us Frenchmen, the guiding rule of our epoch is to be faithful to France.
I am not bad, thank you. But don’t worry, one of these days I shall certainly die.
I’m not at all embarrassed to be a revolutionary.
The evolution toward Communism is inevitable.
The cabinet has no propositions to make, but orders to give.
All my life I have had a certain idea of France.
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.
Today we are crushed by the sheer weight of the mechanized forces hurled against us, but we can still look to the future in which even greater mechanized forces will bring us victory. Therein lies the destiny of the world.
Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back upon himself.
One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death.
Old France, weighed down with history, prostrated by wars and revolutions, endlessly vacillating from greatness to decline, but revived, century after century, by the genius of renewal!
It so happens that the world is undergoing a transformation to which no change that has yet occurred can be compared, either in scope or in rapidity.