When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

A child is not frightened at the thought of being patiently transmuted into an old man.

The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.

As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it.

Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!