Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Only the children know what they are looking for. 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.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

One is a member of a country, a profession, a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

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 they lead somewhere, since they open up for man his inner distance.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

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

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

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.

I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me.

It is the duty of the ship's captain to make port, cost what it may.

Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?

We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

Whoever loves above all the approach of love will never know the joy of attaining it.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.