Your Wits Make Others Witty.

I Shall Be An Autocrat: That's My Trade. And The Good Lord Will Forgive Me: That's His.

Assuredly Men Of Merit Are Never Lacking At Any Time, For Those Are The Men Who Manage Affairs, And It Is Affairs That Produce The Men. I Have Never Searched, And I Have Always Found Under My Hand The Men Who Have Served Me, And For The Most Part I Have Been Well Served.

All Punishments By Which The Human Body Might Be Maimed Are Barbarbarism.

I Like To Praise And Reward In A Loud Voice And To Scold In A Whisper.

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.