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

I had friends. The idea of being forever separated from them and from all their troubles is one of the greatest sorrows that I suffer in dying. Let them at least know that to my latest moment I thought of them.

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

Tribulation first makes one realize what one is.

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.

If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.

Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.