To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory won by one's comrades. It is to feel, when setting...
The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.
The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless froli...
That's right' said the fox. 'To me, you are still just a little boy like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. To you, I am just a fox li...
Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
Si tu aimes une fleur qui se trouve dans une étoile, c'est doux, la nuit, de regarder le ciel.
One cannot live any longer on refrigerators, on politics, on balance-sheets and cross-word puzzles. One cannot live any longer without poetry, colour and love.
Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet scarcely bigger than himself and who had need for a friend.
It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.
Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.
But, of course, for those of us who understand life, we would not care less about figures.
You are beautiful, but you are empty, he went on. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.
Trying to be witty leads to lying, more or less.
Straight ahead you can't go very far.
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--Ah, said the fox, I shall cry.It is your own fault, said the little prince. I never wished you any sort of harm; but y...
Où sont les hommes?' reprit enfin le petit prince. 'On est un peu seul dans le désert.''On est seul aussi chez les hommes', dit le serpent.
Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.
Look up at the sky. Ask yourself, 'Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?' And you'll see how everything changes...And no grown-up will ever understand how such a thing could be so important.
I was too young to know how to love her.
For I perceived that man's estate is as a citadel: he may throw down the walls to gain what he calls freedom, but then nothing of him remains save a dismantled fortress, open to the stars. And then be...