Though the sex to which I belong is considered weak you will nevertheless find me a rock that bends to no wind.

[To Parliament, when it urged her to marry and settle the succession:] You attend to your own duties and I'll perform mine.

When we hang on to resentments, we poison ourselves. As compulsive overeaters, we cannot afford resentment, since it exacerbates our disease.

[To Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, on his return from self-imposed exile, occasioned by the embarrassing flatulence he had experienced in the presence of the Queen:] My Lord, I had forgot the fart.

Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states.

One man with a head on his shoulders is worth a dozen without.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.