When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wander a little from the truth.

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

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

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. 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.

Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries.

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