O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.

Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.