For sometimes, in sleepless nights, Anne's beautiful face comes up before me and gazes at me with mournful, mild look, and my whole heart shudders before it.
But I could not confess this to anybody, for then they might say that I repented what I had done.

A king must be infallible, like God himself, and never, through regret or desire to compensate, confess that he is a weak, erring mortal, like others.

You see why I repressed my longing and parental tenderness, which was suspected by no one, and appeared to be a heartless father, because nobody would help me and make it easy for me to be a tender father.

Ah, these courtiers! They are so stupid, that they can understand only just what is echoed in our words; but what our heart says, and longs for, of that they know nothing.

But you know, Kate; you are an acute woman, and a high-minded one besides.