I praise loudly. I blame softly.
All this is only for the mice and myself to admire!
If Russians knew how to read, they would write me off.
A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.
I shall be an autocrat, that's my trade; and the good Lord will forgive me, that's his.
I may be kindly, I am ordinarily gentle, but in my line of business I am obliged to will terribly what I will at all.
You philosophers are lucky men. You write on paper and paper is patient. Unfortunate Empress that I am, I write on the susceptible skins of living beings.
For to tempt and to be tempted are things very nearly allied... whenever feeling has anything to do in the matter, no sooner is it excited than we have already gone vastly farther than we are aware of.