When One Wishes To Play The Wit,

Love Does Not Consist In Gazing At Each Other, But In Looking Outward Together In The Same Direction.

Trying To Be Witty Leads To Lying, More Or Less.

You Know...my Flower...i'm Responsible For Her. And She's So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World.

Sitting In The Flickering Light Of The Candles On This Kerchief Of Sand, On This Village Square, We Waited In The Night. We Were Waiting For The Rescuing Dawn - Or For The Moors. Something, I Know Not What, Lent This Night A Savor Of Christmas. We Told Stories, We Joked, We Sang Songs. In The Air There Was That Slight Fever That Reigns Over A Gaily Prepared Feast. And Yet We Were Infinitely Poor. Wind, Sand, And Stars. The Austerity Of Trappists. But On This Badly Lighted Cloth, A Handful Of Men Who Possessed Nothing In The World But Their Memories Were Sharing Invisible Riches.

People Where You Live," The Little Prince Said, "grow Five Thousand Roses In One Garden... Yet They Don't Find What They're Looking For... They Don't Find It," I Answered. And Yet What They're Looking For Could Be Found In A Single Rose, Or A Little Water..." Of Course," I Answered. And The Little Prince Added, "but Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.