And The Little Prince Broke Into A

No One Is Ever Satisfied Where He Is.

It's Hard Luck Always Having To Be A Judge.

He Sat Down. I Sat Down Next To Him. And After A Silence, He Spoke Again. 'the Stars Are Beautiful Because Of A Flower You Don't See...' I Answered, 'yes, Of Course.

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.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them.