One only really sees with the heart.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.

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.

People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for... They don't find it," I answered. And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..." Of course," I answered. And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes.

One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.