True friends share everything, except the past before they met.
It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.
Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat.
An audience of twenty thousand, sitting on its hands, could not have produced such an echoing silence.
It gives me no joy to be praised at the expense of a better artist, by someone who does not know the difference or who thinks me too vain to be aware of it myself.
I was a king and a king's heir and now I am a slave.