It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

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

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

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

"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."

I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons.

The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.