In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,".

When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?' When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.