It's so mysterious, the land of tears.
I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
It's a question of discipline, — the little prince said to me later. — When you've attended to your own needs in the morning, you've got to attend carefully to the needs of the planet.
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.
They buy things in ready-made stores. But since there are no stores where you can buy friends, people no longer have friends.
It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important...People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose.
Somewhere along the way we have gone astray. The human anthill is richer than ever before. We have more wealth and more leisure, and yet we lack something essential, which we find it difficult to describe. We feel less human; somewhere we have lost our mysterious prerogatives.
Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.
Misunderstood and forgotten, you have great truths within you if only anyone would bother to look.
It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.
Trying to be witty leads to lying, more or less.
But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.
When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you take out a patent on it : it is yours. So with me : I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them.
This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment. Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a present.
If I try to describe him here, it is so as not to forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend. And if I do forget him, I might become like those grown-ups who no longer care for anything except figures.
To live is to be born slowly. it would be a little too easy to borrow ready-made souls!
No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.
I was too young to know how to love her.
You're not a man, you're a mushroom!
If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
To love is not to look at one another, it is to look, together, in the same direction.
Straight ahead you can't go very far.
A true book is like a net, and words are the mesh. The nature of the mesh matters relatively little. What matters is the live catch the fisherman draws up from the depths of the sea, the flashings of silver that we see gleam within the net.
You know--my flower... I am responsible for her. And she is so weak! She is so naïve! She has four thorns, of no use at all, to protect herself against all the world...
I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.
You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat...
I am grateful to you for taking me as you find me. What do I want with a friend who judges me?
Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
It's a question of discipline. When you finish washing and dressing each morning, you must carefully wash and dress your planet. You must force yourself to pull up the baobabs regularly, as soon as they can be distinguished from the rose trees -- which they resemble so closely in early youth. It is very tedious work, but it is very easy.
But you want to remember that below the sea of clouds lies eternity.
I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house! But.
Absolute perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing to add, but nothing to take away.
Language is the source of misunderstandings.
Flowers are so inconsistent!
I should tolerate the closeness of 2-3 caterpillars, if I want to get to know butterflies.
If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad.
And he sank into reverie, which lasted a long time.
But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered.
He who must travel happily must travel light.
One day, I saw the sunset forty-four times! You know one loves the sunset, when one is so sad.
You're beautiful, but you're empty.
The one thing I love in life is to sleep.
The truth for a man, it's what makes him a man.
You are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essentially invisible to the eye.
Men set out on their way in express trains, but they do not know what they are looking for. Then they rush about, and get excited, and turn round and round. It is not worth the trouble.
'Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.'
