Bernard-Henri Lévy

This exercise in pro-Ankara propaganda neatly parrots the Turkish military occupation’s script.

This honor, and thus its weight, has a paradoxical effect, you see, to make me feel light at the same time as filling me with gravity and a sense of duty.

May the recipients of Trump’s sudden solicitude be as wary of this new friend as they are of their enemies.

The world is now collectively writing a new novel.

Elie Wiesel had an expression that could pass in a moment from joy and gaiety to infinite sadness.

It is not the dawn of a reconstruction but the possible twilight of an ambitious project of civilization set in motion by a band that included a certain Winston Churchill.

The democracies, in particular and as usual, have daintily averted their gaze.

What a pity if, after standing so courageously against an outside enemy, France were to yield to an inner enemy that dreams, in its way, of bringing the nation to its knees.

No questions today are as essential or as agonizing as these.

Europeans must wake up to Putin’s design before it is too late.