If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.
Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?
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.
But how will I eat cake if my head is over there, and my hands are over here?
I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all.
Let them eat cake.
There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.