I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

Let Them Eat Cake.

No One Understands My Ills, Nor The Terror That Fills My Breast, Who Does Not Know The Heart Of A Mother.

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.

Letting Everyone Down Would Be My Greatest Unhappiness.

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.