MAURICE DRUON

Anarchy is as detestable in grammar as it is in society.

Socialist ideology is making France go to pot, and the French language with it.

Every unjust act, even committed for the sake of a just cause, carries its curse with it.

Italian is the language of song. German is good for philosophy and English for poetry. French is best at precision; it has a rigour to it.

I love English, though I now call it 'Anglo- American' because we no longer speak British English due to globalization and America's economic power.

The French no longer respect their language, because they no longer love themselves, and, no longer loving themselves, they no longer love what was the instrument of their glory - their language.

Number is the Word but is not utterance it is wave and light, though no one sees it it is rhythm and music, though no one hears it. Its variations are limitless and yet it is immutable. Each form of life is a particular reverberation of Number.

I lived the life of Londoners - and thence comes my immense gratitude and my deep attachment with the British people. I do not think there has ever been a people in the world who displayed a heroism as discreet, as mundane and as universal.

I love English. I learned it from the speeches of Winston Churchill.

Socialist ideology is making France go to pot, and the French language with it.

I love English, though I now call it 'Anglo- American' because we no longer speak British English due to globalization and America's economic power.

I lived the life of Londoners - and thence comes my immense gratitude and my deep attachment with the British people. I do not think there has ever been a people in the world who displayed a heroism as discreet, as mundane and as universal.

The French no longer respect their language, because they no longer love themselves, and, no longer loving themselves, they no longer love what was the instrument of their glory - their language.

I love English. I learned it from the speeches of Winston Churchill.

Anarchy is as detestable in grammar as it is in society.

Italian is the language of song. German is good for philosophy and English for poetry. French is best at precision; it has a rigour to it.

Every unjust act, even committed for the sake of a just cause, carries its curse with it.

Number is the Word but is not utterance it is wave and light, though no one sees it it is rhythm and music, though no one hears it. Its variations are limitless and yet it is immutable. Each form of life is a particular reverberation of Number.