"It's a question of discipline," the little prince told me later on. "When you've finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet."

if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too? a sheep eats whatever it finds even a flower with thorn? even a flower with thorns. then what's the good of thorns?

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

The seed haunted by the sun never fails to find its way between the stones in the ground. And the pure logician, if no sun draws him forth, remains entangled in his logic.

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.