[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.

Affection! Affection is false.

Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight.

The past cannot be cured.

I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.

Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love.

It is a natural virtue incident to our sex to be pitiful of those that are afflicted.