ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: Advised the King not to separate himself from his army Grand-Dieu, mamma! will it be yesterday over again? Mirabeau forgot that it was more easy to do harm than good Never shall a drop of French blood be shed by my order Saw no other advantage in it than that of saving her own life That air of truth which always carries conviction When kings become prisoners they are very near death Whispered in his mother's ear, "Was that right?"