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I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again.
Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.
It is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys.
What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a down spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.
Si quelqu'un veut un mouton, c'est la preuve qu'il en existe un. (If somebody wants a sheep, that is a proof that one exists.)
But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.
A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.
You know you've achieved perfection in design, not when you have nothing more to add, but when you have nothing more to take away.
If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!
Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?
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.
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings." -from the Fox-
Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."
Intelligence is not creative; judgment is not creative. If a sculptor is nothing but skill and mind, his hands will be without genius.
And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
You do not explain the tree by telling of the water it has drunk, the minerals it has absorbed, and the sunlight that strengthened it.
How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody.
And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.
It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.
Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude's desire.
The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.
Peace is present when things form part of a whole greater than their sum, as the diverse minerals in the ground collect to become the tree.
Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.
The important thing is to strive toward a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.
No truth is proved, no truth achieved, by argument, and the ready-made truths men offer you are mere conveniences or drugs to make you sleep.
Demagoguery enters at the moment when, for want of a common denominator, the principle of equality degenerates into the principle of identity.
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.
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.
You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world.
If I were to command a general to turn into a seagull, and if the general did not obey, that would not be the general's fault. It would be mine.
If you are to be, you must begin by assuming responsibility. You alone are responsible for every moment of your life, for every one of your acts.
What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.
True, it is evil that a single man should crush the herd, but see not there the worse form of slavery, which is when the herd crushes out the man.
He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.
Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.
What have you come to Earth for?' 'I'm having difficulties with a flower,' the little prince said. 'Ah!' said the snake. And they were both silent.
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries.
"It's a question of discipline," the little prince told me later on. "When you've finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet."
Charity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to him but to God that the gift was made.