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

Farewell, my children, forever. I go to your Father.

I trust we shall never be reduced to the painful extremity of seeking the aid of Mirabeau.

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

I wasn’t raised, I was built.

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!