The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It

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

Perfection Is Not When There Is No More To Add, But No More To Take Away.

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.

In Every Crowd Are Certain Persons Who Seem Just Like The Rest, Yet They Bear Amazing Messages.

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.