Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

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.

You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.

The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.

What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.

Men have forgotten this truth, said the fox. But you must not forget it.

If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, ‘My flower's up there somewhere…' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?