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

I thank God I am endued with such qualities that if I were turned out of the Realm in my petticoat I were able to live in any place in Christendom.

Where minds differ and opinions swerve there is scant a friend in that company.

I do not so much rejoice that God hath made me to be a Queen, as to be a Queen over so thankful a people. Therefore I have cause to wish nothing more than to content the subject and that is a duty which I owe. Neither do I desire to live longer days than I may see your prosperity and that is my only desire.

If I follow the inclination of my nature, it is this: beggar-woman and single, far rather than queen and married.

There is no marvel in a woman learning to speak, but there would be in teaching her to hold her tongue

The past cannot be cured.