Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To

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

One's Enjoyment Is Doubled When One Can Share It With A Friend - And Where Can One Find A More Affectionate, A More Intimate Friend Than In One's Own Family?

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

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.

Qu'ils Mangent De La Brioche. Let Them Eat Cake. On Being Told That Her People Had No Bread. Attributed To Marie-antoinette, But Remark Is Much Older. Rousseau Refers In His Confessions, 1740, To A Similar Remark, As A Well-known Saying. Others Attribute The Remark To The Wife Of Louis Xiv.