No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.

No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.

Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.

I am terrified of being bored.

Marie Antoinette. Her last words were,"Pardon me sir. I did not mean to do it,"to a man whose foot she stepped on before she was executed by the guillotine

Let them eat cake.