I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again.

The one thing that matters is the effort.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.