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...
Conceited people never hear anything but praise.
A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He does not say "My men were beaten " he says "I was beaten."
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
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.
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...
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.
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...
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.
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...
If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!
I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.
But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise.
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.
A civilization is a heritage of beliefs, customs, and knowledge slowly accumulated in the course of centuries, elements difficult at times to justify by logic, but justifying themselves as paths when...
What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.