The country wails, that may be, but humanity applauds. But is it true that the country does wail? France bleeds, but liberty smiles; and in the presence of liberty's smile, France forgets her wound.

La plus belle comté est Flandre ; la plus belle duché, Milan ; le plus beau royaume, France.

If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.

En France, que de gens à longues oreilles : ânes en littérature, lièvres en politique !