But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.

One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.

Sitting in the flickering light of the candles on this kerchief of sand, on this village square, we waited in the night. We were waiting for the rescuing dawn - or for the Moors. Something, I know not what, lent this night a savor of Christmas. We told stories, we joked, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand, and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But on this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who possessed nothing in the world but their memories were sharing invisible riches.

I was too young to know how to love her.

If France is to be judged, judge her not by the effects of her defeat but by her readiness to sacrifice herself.

You become responsible for a long time for what you've tamed.

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