He Who Never Says "no" Is No

I Have Lived A Great Deal Among Grown-ups. I Have Seen Them Intimately, Close At Hand. And That Hasn’t Much Improved My Opinion Of Them.

The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

"men Have Forgotten This Truth," Said The Fox. "but You Must Not Forget It. You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed."

The Proof That The Little Prince Existed Is That He Was Charming, That He Laughed, And That He Was Looking For A Sheep. If Anybody Wants A Sheep, That Is A Proof That He Exists.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Don't Summon People To Buy Wood, Prepare Tools, Distribute Jobs, And Organize The Work; Teach People The Yearning For The Wide, Boundless Ocean.