Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That

I Remembered The Fox. One Runs The Risk Of Crying A Bit If One Allows Oneself To Be Tamed.

More Wisdom Is Latent In Things As They Are Than In All The Words Men Use.

I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!

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.

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.