And The Little Prince Broke Into A

On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

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.

I Ought Not To Have Listened To Her,' He Confided To Me One Day. 'one Never Ought To Listen To The Flowers. One Should Simply Look At Them And Breathe Their Fragrance. Mine Perfumed All My Planet. But I Did Not Know How To Take Pleasure In All Her Grace.

Even Our Misfortunes Are A Part Of Our Belongings.

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.