All my games were political games; I was, like Joan of Arc, perpetually being burned at the stake.

My father was a statesman, I am a political woman. My father was a saint. I am not.

I do not like carving the world into segments; we are one world.

Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.

One, with God, is always a majority, but many a martyr has been burned at the stake while the votes were being counted.

In fact, we know almost nothing about Joan of Arc. We don't even have a portrait of her. Even the armour that has been attributed to her is largely posthumous.