Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common

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

I Am Beginning To Understand," Said The Little Prince. "there Is A Flower... I Think That She Has Tamed Me.

What Was My Body To Me? A Kind Of Flunkey In My Service. Let But My Anger Wax Hot, My Love Grow Exalted, My Hatred Collect In Me, And That Boasted Solidarity Between Me And My Body Was Gone.

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!