A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us.

He sat down. I sat down next to him. And after a silence, he spoke again. 'The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see...' I answered, 'Yes, of course.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.

Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.

Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!

Charity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to him but to God that the gift was made.