The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love's opposite.

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

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.

Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!

You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.