Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To

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.

I Trust We Shall Never Be Reduced To The Painful Extremity Of Seeking The Aid Of Mirabeau.

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

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.

Let Them Eat Cake.