Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

The Tree Is More Than First A Seed, Then A Stem, Then A Living Trunk, And Then Dead Timber. The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

"it's A Question Of Discipline," The Little Prince Told Me Later On. "when You've Finished Washing And Dressing Each Morning, You Must Tend Your Planet."