If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

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!

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

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

Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes.

But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.