Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To

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.

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

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

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.