It Is Much More Difficult To Judge

A Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us.

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

What Did I Care About My Hammer, About My Bolt, About Thirst Or Death? There Was, On One Star, On One Planet, On Mine, The Earth, A Little Prince To Be Consoled! I Took Him In My Arms. I Rocked Him. I Told Him, 'the Flower You Love Is Not In Danger...i'll Draw You A Muzzle For Your Sheep...i'll Draw You A Fence For Your Flower...i' I Didn't Know What To Say. How Clumsy I Felt! I Didn't Know How To Reach Him, Where To Find Him...it's So Mysterious, The Land Of Tears.

It Is Such A Secret Place, The Land Of Tears.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.