How Could There Be Any Question Of

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

No Individual Is Isolated. He Who Is Sad, Saddens Others.

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.

One Day," You Said To Me, "i Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!" And A Little Later You Added: "you Know-- One Loves The Sunset, When One Is So Sad..." "were You So Sad, Then?" I Asked, "on The Day Of The Forty-four Sunsets?" But The Little Prince Made No Reply.

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.