“To arms! to arms! ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe March on! march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death!”

“Ye sons of France awake to glory! Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children wives and grandsires hoary Behold their tears and hear their cries!”

“To arms! to arms! ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe March on! march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death!”

“If your arteries are good, eat more ice cream. If they are bad, drink more red wine. Proceed thusly.”

“The love of all people except the French people, is deep in the mind of the great doctors of the French Republic.”

“With heart at rest I climbed the citadel'sSteep height, and saw the city as from a tower,Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,Where evil comes up softly like a flower.Thou knowest, O Satan, pa...”