"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."

I showed the grown ups my maasterpiece, andI asked them if my drawing scared them. They answered why be scared of a hat? My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

The one thing that matters is the effort. It continues, whereas the end to be attained is but an illusion of the climber, as he fares on and on from crest to crest; and once the goal is reached it has no meaning.

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.

You know you've achieved perfection in design, not when you have nothing more to add, but when you have nothing more to take away.

One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.