You give birth to that on which you fix your mind

At one time I say to myself: "Surely not! The little prince shuts his flower under her glass globe every night, and he watches over his sheep very carefully . . ." Then I am happy. And there is sweetness in the laughter of all the stars.

Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.

Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.

If I were to command a general to turn into a seagull, and if the general did not obey, that would not be the general's fault. It would be mine.

Action and personal happiness have no truck with each other; they are eternally at war.