It is only with the heart that one can see rightly what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Conceited people never hear anything but praise.
But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.
Grown ups are certainly very strange.
Why are you drinking? - the little prince asked.- In order to forget - replied the drunkard.- To forget what? - inquired the little prince, who was already feeling sorry for him.- To forget that I am...
Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful.And if not the butterflies– and the caterpillar...
A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He does not say "My men were beaten " he says "I was beaten."
I'll look as if I'm dead, and that won't be true.'I said nothing.'You understand. It's too far. I can't take this body with me. It's too heavy.'I said nothing.'But it'll be like an old abandoned shell...
And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair.
When you give yourself, you receive more than you give.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsi...
No one is ever satisfied where he is.
Will you draw me a sheep?
Where are the men? the little prince at last took up the conversationagain. It is a little lonely in the desert. . . It is also lonely among men, the snake said.
Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.
Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.
Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you...