No, Do Not Love Me, It Is

I Am Terrified Of Being Bored.

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.

We Had A Beautiful Dream And That Was All. The Interest Of My Son Is The Only Guide I Have, And Whatever Happiness I Could Achieve By Being Free Of This Place I Cannot Consent To Separate My Self From Him. I Could Not Have Any Pleasure In The World If I Abandoned My Children. I Do Not Even Have Any Regrets.

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

Qu'ils Mangent De La Brioche. Let Them Eat Cake. On Being Told That Her People Had No Bread. Attributed To Marie-antoinette, But Remark Is Much Older. Rousseau Refers In His Confessions, 1740, To A Similar Remark, As A Well-known Saying. Others Attribute The Remark To The Wife Of Louis Xiv.