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It is to live that requires courage, not to die.
Tea! The English could always be pacified with it!
I've always thought you've got to believe in luck to get it.
It's not how many years you've lived, it's how they've left you.
There's nothing makes you admire people like seeing yourself in them.
How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.
Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.
But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is.
I really believe there are some people who hate to contemplate the happiness of others.
It is the people who have no say in making wars who suffer from the consequences of them.
Gentlemen, if my love for you equaled my ignorance of everything concerning you, it would indeed be unbounded.
People always grumbled. If things went well they wanted them to go better. Give them comfort and they wanted luxuries.
I found that married life gave me the necessary freedom to follow an ambition which had been with me since childhood; and so I started to write in earnest.
Happiness don't ask to see who you be afore her sits down at your table. 'Er comes and sits with them as know how to welcome her and keep her the willing guest.
I was always amused by the prayers of the saintly. “God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity.
When I was 14 and living in London, I'd go around Hampton Court Palace with its marvelous atmosphere, through the gateway where Ann Boleyn walked, the haunted gallery down which Katherine Howard ran. It all set me going. It all started from there.
I consider myself extremely lucky to have been born and raised in London, and to have had on my doorstep this most fascinating of cities with so many relics of 2000 years of history still to be found in its streets. One of my greatest pleasures was, and still is, exploring London.
We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of the Queen-Elizabeth-Slept-Here variety. There were old tennis-courts - the Tudor kind where Henry VIII was said to have played; and gardens filled with winter heather, jasmine and yellow chrysanthemums. [...] So that first night together was spent in the ancient bedroom with the tiny leaded paned windows, through which shafts of moonlight touched the room with a dreamlike radiance [...]