“You will find as the children grow up that as a rule children are a bitter disappointment – their greatest object being to do precisely what their parents do not wish and have anxiously tried to prevent.”

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.

I was a studious child, heavily into academics. For the longest time, I wouldn’t talk.

The thing you don’t dream about as a kid is all the peripheral stuff that comes with success.

Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!

We’re in a tough place in this world. There are a lot of kids giving up very early. Scripture says it takes a village to raise one child, and that’s what these coaches are going to have to go back and understand.

The gap between enthusiasm and indifference is filled with failures. The great man is he that does not lose his child’s heart.

Celebrate the birth of a girl child by planting 5 trees in your village.

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable, and unfortunately there is no doubt that life does not spare its purest children; often it is just the most deserving people who cannot help loving those that destroy them.

I too was naughty as a child & played pranks. The child within us has to be kept alive because that child keeps us alive.