The king appeared... with his dogs and sycophants behind him.

The only genius that's worth anything is the genius for hard work.

Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.

It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

Her honey-coloured hair fell in heavy wavesbelow her shoulders and as she stared up at him her eyes, clear, speckled amber, seemed to tilt at the corners; her brows were black and swept up in arcs, and she had thick black lashesh. There was about her a kind of warm luxuriance, something immediately suggestive to the men of pleasurable fulfillment- something for which she was not responsible but of which she was acutely conscious.