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

The house, the stars, the desert -- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!

There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begin to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilization that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.

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

Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

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

It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.