The Thing That Is Important Is The

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

Sometimes We Behave As Though There Was Something More Important Than Life. But What?

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

One Day," You Said To Me, "i Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!" And A Little Later You Added: "you Know-- One Loves The Sunset, When One Is So Sad..." "were You So Sad, Then?" I Asked, "on The Day Of The Forty-four Sunsets?" But The Little Prince Made No Reply.

For I Do Not Want Any One To Read My Book Carelessly. I Have Suffered Too Much Grief In Setting Down These Memories. Six Years Have Already Passed Since My Friend Went Away From Me, With His Sheep. If I Try To Describe Him Here, It Is To Make Sure That I Shall Not Forget Him. To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown-ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.