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.

Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

A goal without a pan is just a wish.

But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.

When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.