I trust we shall never be reduced to the painful extremity of seeking the aid of Mirabeau.
If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.
There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.
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 wasn’t raised, I was built.
No, do not love me, it is better to give me death!