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But If You Tame Me, My Life Will Be Filled With Sunshine. I'll Know The Sound Of Footsteps That Will Be Different From All The Rest. Others Send Me Back Underground. Yours Will Call Me Out Of My Burrow Like Music.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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But If You Tame Me, My Life Will Be Filled With Sunshine. I'll Know The Sound Of Footsteps That Will Be Different From All The Rest. Others Send Me Back Underground. Yours Will Call Me Out Of My Burrow Like Music.

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You Know You've Achieved Perfection In Design, Not When You Have Nothing More To Add, But When You Have Nothing More To Take Away.

Perfection Is Finally Attained Not When There Is No Longer Anything To Add, But When There Is No Longer Anything To Take Away, When A Body Has Been Stripped Down To Its Nakedness.

I Ought Not To Have Listened To Her,' He Confided To Me One Day. 'one Never Ought To Listen To The Flowers. One Should Simply Look At Them And Breathe Their Fragrance. Mine Perfumed All My Planet. But I Did Not Know How To Take Pleasure In All Her Grace.

Once We Are Bound Together To Our Brothers By A Common Good That Is Outside Us, Then We Can Breathe. Experience Teaches Us That Love Is Not To Gaze At One Another But To Gaze In The Same Direction. There Is No Comradeship Except Through Unity On The Same Rope, Climbing Towards The Same Peak.

The Beauty Of The Mountain Is Hidden For All Those Who Try To Discover It From The Top, Supposing That, One Way Or An Other, One Can Reach This Place Directly. The Beauty Of The Mountain Reveals Only To Those Who Climbed It.

A Man Has Many Parts, He Is Virtually Everything, And You Are Free To Select In Him That Part Which Pleases You.

Peace Dies When The Framework Is Ripped Apart. When There Is No Longer A Place That Is Yours In The World. When You Know No Longer Where Your Friend Is To Be Found.

The Tree Is More Than First A Seed, Then A Stem, Then A Living Trunk, And Then Dead Timber. The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

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