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

For a man to strike any women is most brutal, and I, as well as everyone else, think this far worse than any attempt to shoot, which, wicked as it is, is at least more comprehensible and more courageous.

I feel sure that no girl would go to the altar if she knew all.

The Queen has done all she could on the dreadful subject of vivisection, and hopes that Mr. Gladstone will speak strongly against such a practice which is a disgrace to humanity.

No civilization is complete which does not include the dumb and defenseless of God’s creatures within the sphere of charity and mercy.

A marriage is no amusement but a solemn act, and generally a sad one.

Beware of artists, they mix with all classes of society and are therefore most dangerous.

He speaks to Me as if I was a public meeting.

Everybody grows but me.

We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat. They do not exist.

The danger to the country, to Europe, to her vast Empire, which is involved in having all these great interests entrusted to the shaking hand of an old, wild, and incomprehensible man of 82, is very great!

I positively think that ladies who are always enceinte quite disgusting; it is more like a rabbit or guinea-pig than anything else and really it is not very nice.

An ugly baby is a very nasty object – and the prettiest is frightful.

We will not have failure – only success and new learning.

Bring me a cup of tea and the ‘Times.’

I would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous.

I think people really marry far too much; it is such a lottery after all, and for a poor woman a very doubtful happiness.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.

I still believe that sex is dirty. It’s just that now I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation.

The tastes and pursuits of manhood will bear on them the traces of the earlier impressions of our education. It is therefore not unreasonable to suppose that some portion of the neglect of science in England, may be attributed to the system of education we pursue.

A beau is everything of a woman but the sex, and nothing of a man beside it.

There will be sex after death, we just won’t be able to feel it.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.