Hans Christian Andersen

“ All is lost, all is lost.
But the cleverest thing about the whole arrangement was, that by holding one's finger in the steam from the pot, one could at once smell what food was being cooked at every hearth in the town. That was quite a different thing from the rose.
Now the Princess came with all her maids of honour, and when she heard the melody she stood still and looked quite pleased; for she, too, could play 'Oh, my darling Augustine.' It was the only thing she could play, but then she played it with one finger.
'Why, that is what I play!' she cried. 'He must be an educated swineherd! ”

“ Hark-ye: go down and ask what the instrument costs; but I give no more kisses.'
'He demands a hundred kisses from the Princess,' said the maid of honour who had gone down to make the inquiry.
'I think he must be mad!' exclaimed the Princess; and she went away; but when she had gone a little distance she stood still. 'One must encourage art,' she observed. 'I am the Emperor's daughter! Tell him he shall receive ten kisses, like last time, and he may take the rest from my maids of honour.'
'Ah, but we don't like to do it!' said the maids of honour. ”

“ On the grave of the Prince's father there grew a rose bush, a very beautiful rose bush. It bloomed only every fifth year, and even then it bore only a single rose, but what a rose that was! It was so sweet that whoever smelt at it forgot all sorrow and trouble. ”