It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.

Make your life a dream, and a dream a reality.

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wander a little from the truth.

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

I shall never again admire a merely brave man.