True Love Is Visible Not To The

All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of A Sudden Joy That Came When Nothing In The World Had Forewarned Us Of Its Coming - A Joy So Thrilling That If It Was Born Of Misery We Remembered Even The Misery With Tenderness.

So The Little Prince Tamed The Fox. And When The Hour Of His Departure Drew Near-- Ah," Said The Fox, "i Shall Cry." It Is Your Own Fault," Said The Little Prince. "i Never Wished You Any Sort Of Harm; But You Wanted Me To Tame You . . ." Yes, That Is So," Said The Fox. But Now You Are Going To Cry!" Said The Little Prince. Yes, That Is So," Said The Fox. Then It Has Done You No Good At All!" It Has Done Me Good," Said The Fox, "because Of The Color Of The Wheat Fields.

On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.

The House, The Stars, The Desert -- What Gives Them Their Beauty Is Something That Is Invisible!