Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

One only really sees with the heart.

"It's a question of discipline," the little prince told me later on. "When you've finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet."

I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

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

To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.