If I were to command a general to turn into a seagull, and if the general did not obey, that would not be the general's fault. It would be mine..

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you..

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 i….

It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war..

I was too young to know how to love her..

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant..

Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself….

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful..

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

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

I still fall for your everyday..

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together..

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.".

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said th….

We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow..

I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrib….

A man's age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories..

What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a down spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh..

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning..

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories..

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleam….