I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.

He who is different from me does not impoverish me - he enriches me. Our unity is constituted in something higher than ourselves - in Man... For no man seeks to hear his own echo, or to find his reflection in the glass.

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.