Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To

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!

I Trust We Shall Never Be Reduced To The Painful Extremity Of Seeking The Aid Of Mirabeau.

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

If The People Have No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake.

I Am Terrified Of Being Bored.