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.

I have come, Sire, to complain of one of your subjects who has been so audacious as to kick me in the belly.

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

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

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

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

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