I Regret The Unhappiness Of Princes Who

I Have Never Been Able To Be So Allured By The Prospect Of Advantages Or So Terrified By Misfortunes, Swayed By Honours Or Fettered By Affection, Nay Not Even So Smitten By The Fear Of Death, As To Enter Upon Marriage.

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

I Do Not Choose That My Grave Should Be Dug While I Am Still Alive.

Who Seeketh Two Strings To One Bow, They May Shoot Strong, But Never Straight.

Princes Have Big Ears Which Hear Far And Near.