Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good.

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.

Art creates an incomparable and unique effect, and, having done so, passes on to other things. Nature, upon the other hand, forgetting that that imitation can be made the sincerest form of insult, keeps on repeating this effect until we all become absolutely wearied of it.

It is the stupid and the ugly who have the best of it in this world