The presence of a friend who is far away can sometimes feel denser than his physical presence in a room.

The men where you live, said the little prince, raise five thousand roses in the same garden– and they do not find in it what they are looking for.

You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...

My flower is ephemeral, thought little prince. And she only has four thorns for protection! And I've left her all alone! That.

I admire you", said the little prince, with a little shrug of his shoulders, "but what is there about my admiration that interests you so much?

For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I'll feel. By four I'll be excited and worried; I'll discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at any od time, I'll never know when I should prepare my heart... There must be rites.

Men can, of course, be stirred into life by being dressed up in uniforms and made to blare out chants of war. It must be confessed that this is one way for men to break bread with comrades and to find what they are seeking, which is a sense of something universal, of self-fulfillment. But of this bread men die.