If The People Have No Bread, Let

No One Understands My Ills, Nor The Terror That Fills My Breast, Who Does Not Know The Heart Of A Mother.

The Ministers And The Jacobins Are Making The King Declare War Tomorrow On Austria. The Ministers Are Hoping That This Move Will Frighten The Austrians And That Within Three Weeks We Will Be Negotiating (god Forbid That This Should Happen). May We At Last Be Avenged For All The Outrages We Have Suffered From This Country!

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

Letting Everyone Down Would Be My Greatest Unhappiness.

I Had Friends. The Idea Of Being Forever Separated From Them And From All Their Troubles Is One Of The Greatest Sorrows That I Suffer In Dying. Let Them At Least Know That To My Latest Moment I Thought Of Them.