Let Them Eat Cake.

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.

Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To Your Father.

One's Enjoyment Is Doubled When One Can Share It With A Friend - And Where Can One Find A More Affectionate, A More Intimate Friend Than In One's Own Family?

If The People Have No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake.

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