Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?

For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.

A man has many parts, he is virtually everything, and you are free to select in him that part which pleases you.

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near-- Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry." It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ." Yes, that is so," said the fox. But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. Yes, that is so," said the fox. Then it has done you no good at all!" It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.

Peace dies when the framework is ripped apart. When there is no longer a place that is yours in the world. When you know no longer where your friend is to be found.

What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.

Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.