Let Them Eat Cake.

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

Letting Everyone Down Would Be My Greatest Unhappiness.

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.

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.