The master was odd. I was kind and just to my dependants, but I excited in them a shrinking, half-contemptuous pity; for this class of men and women are but slightly determined in their estimate of others by general considerations, or even experience, of character. They judge of persons as they judge of coins, and value those who pass current at a high rate.

With dim lights and tangled circumstance they tried to shape their thought and deed in noble agreement; but after all, to common eyes their struggles seemed mere inconsistency and formlessness.

Behaving like a princess is work. It's not just about looking beautiful or wearing a crown. It's more about how you are inside.

I guess people would describe me as the character I portrayed in NXT when I threw glitter and wore tutus and was very bubbly, because that's what I love.

I'm afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.

A lot of people think I'm just an athletic thug.

You know, you might not think that Wigglytuff can, like, throw a thunder or lightning-type move at you. But, oh, just you watch.

The happy man is not he who seems thus to others, but who seems thus to himself.

My sex appeal lies in suits and ties, but my body is femme.

You don't want to be wearing tight jeans and a blingy jacket on a 16-hour flight.

and I realized that real nobility is in the soul, not in a name.

In a man's letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives.