Trifles, trifles are what matter!

Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow - they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.

The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.

Do you know I don't know how one can walk by a tree and not be happy at the sight of it? How can one talk to a man and not be happy in loving him! Oh, it's only that I'm not able to express it...And what beautiful things there are at every step, that even the most hopeless man must feel to be beautiful! Look at a child! Look at God's sunrise! Look at the grass, how it grows! Look at the eyes that gaze at you and love you!

The prince says that the world will be saved by beauty! And I maintain that the reason he has such playful ideas is that he is in love.

I have a plan-to go mad.

...chance may do anything.