Perfection is not when there is no more to add, but no more to take away.

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.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings." -from the Fox-

How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody.

The soldier's body becomes a stock of accessories that are not his property.