I am a fox", the fox said.

We are all youthful barbarians, and only our new toys bring us excitement. That has been the sole purpose of our flights. This one flies higher, that one faster. But now we will make ourselves at home. We will forget the machine, the tool. It is no longer complex; it does what it is supposed to do, unnoticed. And through this tool we will find again the old nature, the nature of the gardener, the navigator, the poet.

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

We are forever responsible for that which we have tamed.

For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.

But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.