Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.

Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

Whoever loves above all the approach of love will never know the joy of attaining it.