I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees... and one of them perhaps extinct forever... that doesn’t make me a very great prince...
“Eşsiz bir çiçeğim var diye kendimi zengin sanırdım. Oysa sıradan bir güle sahipmişim. Sıradan bir gül, ancak dizlerime yükselen biri belki hepten sönmüş üç yanardağ... Demek hiç de büyük bir prens değilmişim.”