We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude's desire.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me.

You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

He had taken seriously words which were without importance, and it made him very unhappy.

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