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!

Courage? The Moment When My Troubles Are Going To End Is Not The Moment When My Courage Is Going To Fail Me.

I Was A Queen, And You Took Away My Crown; A Wife, And You Killed My Husband; A Mother, And You Deprived Me Of My Children. My Blood Alone Remains: Take It, But Do Not Make Me Suffer Long.

Let Them Eat Cake.