* 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.

To become a man is to be responsible; to be ashamed of miseries that you did not cause.

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.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

What value has compassion that does not take its object in its arms?

Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals - from common navigation toward a star.

Where I live, everything is very small.