Only The Children Know What They Are

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.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

Night, The Beloved. Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive. When The Destructive Analysis Of Day Is Done, And All That Is Truly Important Becomes Whole And Sound Again. When Man Reassembles His Fragmentary Self And Grows With The Calm Of A Tree.

You Become Responsible For A Long Time For What You've Tamed.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.