And That Heart Which Was A Wild

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

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.

You - You Alone Will Have The Stars As No One Else Has Them...in One Of The Stars I Shall Be Living. In One Of Them I Shall Be Laughing. And So It Will Be As If All The Stars Were Laughing, When You Look At The Sky At Night...you - Only You - Will Have Stars That Can Laugh.

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

There Is A Cheap Literature That Speaks To Us Of The Need Of Escape. It Is True That When We Travel We Are In Search Of Distance. But Distance Is Not To Be Found. It Melts Away. And Escape Has Never Led Anywhere. The Moment A Man Finds That He Must Play The Races, Go The Arctic, Or Make War In Order To Feel Himself Alive, That Man Has Begin To Spin The Strands That Bind Him To Other Men And To The World. But What Wretched Strands! A Civilization That Is Really Strong Fills Man To The Brim, Though He Never Stir. What Are We Worth When Motionless, Is The Question.