Give my people plenty of beer, good beer, and cheap beer, and you will have no revolution among them.

[On alcohol:] Total abstinence is an impossibility and ... it will not do to insist on it as a general practice.

Bring me a cup of tea and the 'Times.'

[To the bishop who suggested the widowed queen now consider herself 'as married to Christ':] That's what I call twaddle!

My dearest dearest dear Albert sat on a footstool by my side and his excessive love and affection gave me feelings of heavenly love and happiness I never could have hoped to have felt before! He clasped me in his arms and we kissed each other again and again! His beauty... his sweetness and gentleness - really how can I ever be thankful enough to have such a husband! to be called names of tenderness, I have never yet heard used to me before - was bliss beyond belief! Oh! This was the happiest day of my life! May God help me to do my duty as I ought and be worthy of such blessings.

[On same-sex marriage:] No woman would do that.

The Queen is most anxious to enlist everyone who can speak or write to join in checking this mad, wicked folly of Woman's Rights with all its attendant horrors on which her poor, feeble sex is bent, forgetting every sense of womanly feeling and propriety.