Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.

It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you came at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .

Once we are bound together to our brothers by a common good that is outside us, then we can breathe. Experience teaches us that love is not to gaze at one another but to gaze in the same direction. There is no comradeship except through unity on the same rope, climbing towards the same peak.

I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds.

To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.