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Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language, and forthwith it is something entirely different. (J.W. von Goethe)
Everything ends this way in France - everything. Weddings, chistenings, duels, funerals, swindlings, diplomatic affairs - everything is a pretext for a dinner. (Jean Anouilh)
"Miranda - how very daring of you to wear that shade of yellow! It's a pity whoever tinted your slippers was unable to get a closer match. Ah well, in Paris they know about these things." (-sorcery and cecelia)
"In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language." -Mark Twain
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