Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs.

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.

Peace is present when things form part of a whole greater than their sum, as the diverse minerals in the ground collect to become the tree.

Truth, for any man, is that which makes him a man.

True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived.

Intelligence is not creative; judgment is not creative. If a sculptor is nothing but skill and mind, his hands will be without genius.

Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

A man's age is something impressive, it sums up his life: maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves. A man's age represents a fine cargo of experience and memories.

One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.

Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, the necessity of being the man you are and not another. You are free to be that man, but not another.

Once you are my friend, I am responsible for you.

If you want to build a boat, do not instruct the men to saw wood, stitch the sails, prepare the tools and organize the work, but make them long for setting sail and travel to distant lands.

Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.

More wisdom is latent in things as they are than in all the words men use.

Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.

It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you came at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

If you tame me, it would be as if the sun came to shine on my life.

She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret.