You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world.

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories.

I have always learned to distinguish the important from the urgent.

What does tamed mean? It's something that's been too often neglected. It means to create ties.

* if someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows, in all the millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars.

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

In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.