How difficult it is to advance at one's own internal rhythm when one is constantly fighting against the inertia of the material world. Everything is always on the verge of stopping.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
In anything at all, perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.
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." "They do not find it," I replied. "And yet what they are looking for could be found in one single rose, or in a little water.
War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.
Children, I say plainly, watch out for the baobabs!
No one hated these ghost of mine, no one envied them, no one pestered them. Nor did anyone love them with the only love that matters.