He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.

It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a down spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.

Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.

You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.