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.

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

Let a man in a garret but burn with enough intensity and he will set fire to the world.

The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

Only the children know what they are looking for.