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

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.

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

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

Qu'ils mangent de la brioche. Let them eat cake. On being told that her people had no bread. Attributed to Marie-Antoinette, but remark is much older. Rousseau refers in his Confessions, 1740, to a similar remark, as a well-known saying. Others attribute the remark to the wife of Louis XIV.

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.

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.