Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

It Is Hard To Find Beauty In The Art Of Self Expression.

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.

For, What Is A Family Without A Steward, A Ship Without A Pilot, A Flock Without A Shepherd, A Body Without A Head, The Same, I Think, Is A Kingdom Without The Health And Safety Of A Good Monarch.

I Know I Have The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too.

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.