How sweet it is to have people point and say, “There he is.”

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame—to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell!

And what will history say of me a thousand years hence?

Avoid the talk of men. For talk is mischievous, light, and easily raised, but hard to bear and difficult to be rid of. Talk never wholly dies away when many people voice her: even talk is in some ways divine.

We all have a contract with the public—in us they see themselves, or what they would like to be.

A woman’s greatest glory is to be little talked about by men, whether for good or ill.