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

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.

To become a man is to be responsible; to be ashamed of miseries that you did not cause.

The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

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

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.