Are all ends of life so sad?

Nothing's far when one wants to get there.

Are all ends of life so sad?

Power is a companion it is not easy to part with, when it goes, the zest of life goes with it. With dry eyes and clenched fist, one stares after it, jealous of the next one it will single out.

I am said to be the most beautiful woman in Europe. About that, of course, I cannot judge because I cannot know. But about the other queens, I know. I am the most beautiful queen in Europe.

We who are placed above the crowd are not climbing ... so we are never out of breath.

Nothing is ours really, not even our own souls!