I saw the crown of France laying on the ground, so I picked it up with my sword.
The tsar [Nicholas II] is not treacherous but he is weak. Weakness is not treachery, but it fulfils all its functions.
I do think of myself as a queen, but I don't think I'm the only queen. There's room for other queens. We reign over different kingdoms.
I'm King Of The World!!!
Let me tell you quite bluntly that this king business has given me personally nothing but headaches.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.
The queen, I say, is the mother bee; it is undoubtedly complimenting her to call her a queen and invest her with regal authority, yet she is a superb creature and looks every inch a queen.
You may have won the war, but you will never take my crown
Im sitting in a chair but in the future its a throne.
Once you've left the concept of family, you've left the concept of kingdom
There is no king or sovereign state That can fix a hero's rate; Each to all is venerable.
The institution of royalty in any form is an insult to the human race.
He sat upon his throne, which is made of skulls.
Kaisers and Czars will strut the stage Once more with pomp and greed and rage; Courtly ministers will stop At home and fight to the last drop; By the million men will die In some new horrible agony.
If you see yourself as a kingly type, then you need your serfs and your army and so on around you.
I am the monarch of the sea, The Ruler of the Queen's Navee, Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.
A man's a man. But when you see a king, you see the work of many thousand men.
If you are not royalty, He is not King.
If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
I know he [Prince] is up there saying to me, "This is not the way I wanted it to happen, Stevie."
Kings are the slaves of history.
How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
It is no bad thing to be a king-to see one's house enriched and one's authority enhanced.
