I Remembered The Fox. One Runs The

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.

To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

At One Time I Say To Myself: "surely Not! The Little Prince Shuts His Flower Under Her Glass Globe Every Night, And He Watches Over His Sheep Very Carefully . . ." Then I Am Happy. And There Is Sweetness In The Laughter Of All The Stars.

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.