In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares.

To me all palaces are preposterous, a tasteless, dreary expression of ostentation.

My prodigious sin was, and still is, being a non-conformist.

One murder makes a villain, millions a hero. Numbers sanctify.

Whiskey! Never tasted such beastly stuff in my life! In a civilized country they drink wine

I'd sooner be called a successful crook than a destitute monarch.