You must not be hard on us....

Whether we obey you or not in private life, we do in public; and if we enthrone you queen of Alexandria, you must allow your courtiers and bodyguards a few court licences.

Now don't sigh or I shall be inconsolable.

At all events, your worst rival has betaken herself to the wilderness, and gone to look for the city of the gods above the cataracts.' 'Whom do you mean ?' asked Hypatia, in a tone most unphilosophically eager.
'Pelagia, of course.

I met that prettiest and naughtiest of humanities half-way between here and Thebes, transformed into a perfect Andromache of chaste affection.' 'And to whom, pray ?' 'To a certain Gothic giant.