Your Wits Make Others Witty.

Praise Is The Only Gift For Which People Are Really Grateful. Marguerite, Countess Of Blessington I Praise Loudly; I Blame Softly.

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.

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

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

Self-interest Usually Brings Injustice With It.