Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

Where Are The People?” Resumed The Little Prince At Last. “it’s A Little Lonely In The Desert…” “it Is Lonely When You’re Among People, Too,” Said The Snake.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

A Sky As Pure As Water Bathed The Stars And Brought Them Out.

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

We Are Prudent People. We Are Afraid To Let Go Of Our Petty Reality In Order To Grasp At A Great Shadow.