The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.

What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.

I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man - he is a mushroom!

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

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

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.