Your Wit Makes Others Witty.

The Title Of Queen Rang Sweet To My Ears, Child Though I Was. ... This Idea Of A Crown Began Running In My Head Then Like A Tune, And Has Been Running A Lot In It Ever Since.

You Philosophers Are Lucky Men. You Write On Paper And Paper Is Patient. Unfortunate Empress That I Am, I Write On The Susceptible Skins Of Living Beings.

If I May Venture To Be Frank I Would Say About Myself That I Was Every Inch A Gentleman.

Bad News Travels Faster Than Good.

Happiness And Unhappiness Are In The Heart And Spirit Of Each One Of Us: If You Feel Unhappy, Then Place Yourself Above That And Act So That Your Happiness Does Not Get To Be Dependent On Anything.