If The People Have No Bread, Let

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.

It Is The Nature Of Human Beings, And Especially Of The Mediocre Ones, To Wish To Change Everything. They Desire It All The More Because They Know Popularity Will Accrue Rather To Those Who Disturb Than To Those Who Maintain Order.

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.

I Have Just Been Condemned, Not To A Shameful Death, Which Can Only Apply To Felons, But Rather To Finding Your Brother Again...i Seek Forgiveness For All Whom I Know For Every Harm I May Have Unwittingly Caused Them...adieu, Good, Gentle Sister...i Embrace You With All My Heart As Well As The Poor, Dear Children.

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.