There was an essence of truth and sincerity in all he said that encouraged confidence.
"Indeed, I shall be sorry to have you go tomorrow," he said, "for I believe if you stayed here long enough you would truly make a king of me.

Be frank, my friend, be always frank; for it is only on the base of frankness that true friendship can rear itself." "You are only forty-eight," said the Englishman; "you are young." "Ah, my friend," replied the king with a tinge of sadness, "it is not the years that age us; it is how we live them.

In the last four years I have lived ten.

To-day I feel so very old! I am weary of being a king.
I am weary of being weary, and for such there is no remedy.

Truly I was not cut from the pattern of kings; no, no.