[On being told Mary, Queen of Scots, was taller than she:] Then she is too high, for I myself am neither too high nor too low.
Where minds differ and opinions swerve there is scant a friend in that company.
It is hard to find beauty in the art of self expression.
I regret the unhappiness of princes who are slaves to forms and fettered by caution.
[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.
There is nothing about which I am more anxious than my country, and for its sake I am willing to die ten deaths, if that be possible.