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

You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.

But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.

You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water.

It's a question of discipline,' the little prince told me later on. 'when you've finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet. you must be sure you pull up the baobabs regularly, as soon as you can tell them apart from the rosebushes, which they closely resemble when they're very young. It's very tedious work, but very easy.

Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.

Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, which is to be what one is and no other.