Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.
Perfection is not when there is no more to add, but no more to take away.
To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown−ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.
It's useful because it's beautiful.
No one is ever satisfied where he is.
It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.