I think it'd be great if Prince made an album of just romantic, slow ballads.
If he's the king, I'm the prince.
Never participate in the secrets of those above you; you think you share the fruit, and you share the stones - the confidence of a prince is not a grant, but a tax
. . . which fairy-tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?
The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.
To call a king "Prince" is pleasing, because it diminishes his rank.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.
A prince is also esteemed when he is a true friend and a true enemy.
It's the most natural progression for me to becoming a singing sensation next. And so many people have offered to be on it. Eddie Van Halen. . . and Prince, Madonna and Cyndi Lauper will probably be a backup trio.
. . . as your father, my instinct is to protect you. . . Other people will want to protect you too. But remember that you are not a damsel in distress, waiting for some prince to rescue you. Forget the prince. With your brain and your resourcefulness, you can rescue yourself.
Steel is prince or pauper.
He that has one eye is a prince among those that have none.
Many punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.
One time, I brought Prince to the set. He's a friend of mine, and he asked to come. Everyone wanted to meet him, but he's a little shy.
That prince is acceptable to me who becomes a prince among his people's servants.
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend. . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
I love Prince, thought he was super dope.
All ideas advanced to deal with the Florentine noise problem, the Florentine traffic problem, are Utopian, and nobody believes in them, just as nobody believed in Machiavelli's Prince, a Utopian image of the ideally self-interested despot.
The prince and the peasant will not be equalized by cutting off the prince's head.