A Great Wind Is Blowing, And That

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.

To Tempt, And To Be Tempted, Are Things Very Nearly Allied, And, In Spite Of The Finest Maxims Of Morality Impressed Upon The Mind, Whenever Feeling Has Anything To Do In The Matter, No Sooner Is It Excited Than We Have Already Gone Vastly Farther Than We Are Aware Of, And I Have Yet To Learn How It Is Possible To Prevent Its Being Excited.

In Politics A Capable Ruler Must Be Guided By Circumstances, Conjectures And Conjunctions.

Tell A Thousand People To Draft A Letter, Let Them Debate Every Phrase, And See How Long It Takes And What You Get.