You Give Birth To That On Which

You Are Beautiful, But You Are Empty,” He Went On. “one Could Not Die For You. To Be Sure, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think That My Rose Looked Just Like You--the Rose That Belongs To Me.

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 . . .

Perfection Is Not When There Is No More To Add, But No More To Take Away.

He Who Is Different From Me Does Not Impoverish Me - He Enriches Me. Our Unity Is Constituted In Something Higher Than Ourselves - In Man... For No Man Seeks To Hear His Own Echo, Or To Find His Reflection In The Glass.

Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of Spiritual Goals - From Common Navigation Toward A Star.