I Am A Fox", The Fox Said.

The Thing That Is Important Is The Thing That Is Not Seen.

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.

He Fell As Gently As A Tree Falls. There Was Not Even Any Sound.

One Cannot Build Life From Refrigerators, Politics, Credit Statements And Crossword Puzzles. That Is Impossible. Nor Can One Exist For Any Length Of Time Without Poetry, Without Color, Without Love.

It's Quite Simple: One Sees Clearly Only With The Heart. Anything Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes. [fr., Il Est Tres Simple: On Ne Voit Bien Qu'avec Le Coeur. L'essentiel Est Invisible Pour Les Yeux.]