And they heard the roaring thunder of a third brilliantly lighted express. "Are they pursuing the first travelers?" demanded the little prince. "They are pursuing nothing at all," said the switchman. "They are asleep in there, or if they are not asleep they are yawning. Only the children are flattening their noses against the windowpanes." "Only the children know what they are looking for," said the little prince. "They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry..." "They are lucky," the switchman said.

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

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.

To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

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

He who would travel happy must travel lite.