Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One

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.

We Had A Beautiful Dream And That Was All. The Interest Of My Son Is The Only Guide I Have, And Whatever Happiness I Could Achieve By Being Free Of This Place I Cannot Consent To Separate My Self From Him. I Could Not Have Any Pleasure In The World If I Abandoned My Children. I Do Not Even Have Any Regrets.

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

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

Courage! I Have Shown It For Years; Think You I Shall Lose It At The Moment When My Sufferings Are To End?