The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

I am who I am and I have the need to be.

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

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.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.