That I should have to confess it! When I think of her, our plots seem to me unutterably pitiful.

My veins contain, indeed, many drops of the blood of Thotmes, and though the experience of life has taught me to stoop low, still the stooping hurts me.

I have never known the happy feeling of satisfaction with my lot and my work; for I have always had a greater position than I could fill, and constantly done less than I ought to have done.

In order not to look always resentful, I always wear a smile.

I have nothing left of the face I was born with but the mere skin, and always wear a mask.