It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.

Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison.

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for... They don't find it," I answered. And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..." Of course," I answered. And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.