I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.

Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.

Men fight wars. Women win them.

I have already joined myself in marriage to a husband, namely the kingdom of England.

To be a king and wear a crown is a thing more glorious to them that see it than it is pleasant to them that bear it.

I would rather be a beggar and single than a queen and married.

God has given such brave soldiers to this Crown that, if they do not frighten our neighbours, at least they prevent us from being frightened by them.

Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states.

A clear and innocent conscience fears nothing.

There is no marvel in a woman learning to speak, but there would be in teaching her to hold her tongue

I want you alone, " he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.

Old Glory in her majesty has so many promises in her wave that we have no choice but to keeping pledging and waving right back!

The radiance in some places is so great as to be fairly dazzling . . . every crystal every flower a window opening into heaven a mirror reflecting the Creator.

My hairdresser in the U.K., Adam Reed, has his own line, Percy and Reed, and it's really good. And I use Moroccan Oil and Kerastase as well.

The American public is not aware that there might be potential allergenic and toxic reactions. With regular food, at least people know which foods they have an allergy to.

It's getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I've drowned and be celebrating.

NOTHING can/will define me! Free to be EVERYTHING!!!

Anytime a person goes into a delicatessen and orders a pastrami on white bread, somewhere a Jew dies.

I've always wanted to be aware of what's going on around me, and I've wanted to use photography as an instrument of research into and reporting on the life of my own time.