Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

Men Have No More Time To Understand Anything. They Buy Things All Ready Made At The Shops. But There Is No Shop Anywhere Where One Can Buy Friendship, And So Men Have No Friends Any More. If You Want A Friend, Tame Me.

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

If You Love A Flower That Lives On A Star, It Is Sweet To Look At The Sky At Night. All The Stars Are A-bloom With Flowers.

Grown-ups Love Figures... When You Tell Them You've Made A New Friend They Never Ask You Any Questions About Essential Matters. They Never Say To You "what Does His Voice Sound Like? What Games Does He Love Best? Does He Collect Butterflies? " Instead They Demand "how Old Is He? How Much Does He Weigh? How Much Money Does His Father Make? " Only From These Figures Do They Think They Have Learned Anything About Him.

One Can Be A Brother Only In Something. Where There Is No Tie That Binds Men, Men Are Not United But Merely Lined Up.