Let Them Eat Cake.

I Am Terrified Of Being Bored.

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

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.

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

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.