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!

No, do not love me, it is better to give me death!

And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?

it is the nature of human beings, and especially of the mediocre ones, to wish to change everything. They desire it all the more because they know popularity will accrue rather to those who disturb than to those who maintain order.

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.

Courage? The moment when my troubles are going to end is not the moment when my courage is going to fail me.