Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies.
You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch on his throne.
The more you give a king the more he wants. We are walking on a bridge of ice with an abyss on either side. Pleasing one king is difficult enough. Pleasing two is hardly possible.
The King stands for us all. To die for the King is to die for oneself, for one’s family, which, like the kingdom, cannot die.
The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.
Once a King, always a King. But once a Knight is enough!
Kings are not born: they are made by artificial hallucination.
Good kings are the only dangerous enemies that modern democracy has and when he has begun by banishing me you may be sure he intends to be a patriot.
And any man who must say ‘I am the king’ is no true king at all.
All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.
