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

What do we mean by setting a man free? You cannot free a man who dwells in a desert and is an unfeeling brute.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

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

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

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.