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Charity Never Humiliated Him Who Profited From It, Nor Ever Bound Him By The Chains Of Gratitude, Since It Was Not To Him But To God That The Gift Was Made.

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Charity Never Humiliated Him

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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Charity Never Humiliated Him Who Profited From It, Nor Ever Bound Him By The Chains Of Gratitude, Since It Was Not To Him But To God That The Gift Was Made.

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You Will Have Five Hundred Million Little Bells, And I Shall Have Five Hundred Million Springs Of Fresh Water.

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Action And Personal Happiness Have No Truck With Each Other; They Are Eternally At War.

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

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Aimer, Ce N'est Point Nous Regarder L'un L'autre, Mais Regarder Ensemble Dans La Meme Direction. English Translation: To Love Is Not To Look At Each Other, But To Look Together In The Same Direction.

Experience Will Guide Us To The Rules. You Cannot Make Rules Precede Practical Experience.

Practical Experience

If A Composer Suffers From Loss Of Sleep And His Sleeplessness Induces Him To Turn Out Masterpieces, What A Profitable Loss It Is!

Perhaps Creativity Is Fumbling That Dance Step, Or Driving The Chisel The Wrong Way Into The Stone.

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How Could There Be Any Question Of Acquiring Or Possessing, When The One Thing Needful For A Man Is To Become - To Be At Last, And To Die In The Fullness Of His Being.

I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!

You See, One Loves The Sunset When One Is So Sad.

Of Course I’ll Hurt You. Of Course You’ll Hurt Me. Of Course We Will Hurt Each Other. But This Is The Very Condition Of Existence. To Become Spring, Means Accepting The Risk Of Winter. To Become Presence, Means Accepting The Risk Of Absence.

No Truth Is Proved, No Truth Achieved, By Argument, And The Ready-made Truths Men Offer You Are Mere Conveniences Or Drugs To Make You Sleep.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

One Can Be A Brother Only In Something. Where There Is No Tie That Binds Men, Men Are Not United But Merely Lined Up.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

A Child Is Not Frightened At The Thought Of Being Patiently Transmuted Into An Old Man.

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

But Certainly, For Us Who Understand Life, Figures Are A Matter Of Indifference.

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

Law Of Attraction

What He Had Yearned To Embrace Was Not The Flesh But A Down Spirit, A Spark, The Impalpable Angel That Inhabits The Flesh.

Men Have No More Time To Understand Anything. They Buy Things All Ready Made At The Shops. But There Is No Shop Anywhere Where One Can Buy Friendship, And So Men Have No Friends Any More. If You Want A Friend, Tame Me.

It Would Have Been Better To Come Back At The Same Hour,” Said The Fox. “if, For Example, You Came At Four O’clock In The Afternoon, Then At Three O’clock I Shall Begin To Be Happy. I Shall Feel Happier And Happier As The Hour Advances. At Four O’clock, I Shall Already Be Worrying And Jumping About. I Shall Show You How Happy I Am! But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You . . . One Must Observe The Proper Rites . . .

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.

But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

It Is Much More Difficult To Judge Oneself Than To Judge Others.

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

There Is No Liberty Except The Liberty Of Some One Making His Way Towards Something. Such A Man Can Be Set Free If You Will Teach Him The Meaning Of Thirst, And How To Trace A Path To A Well. Only Then Will He Embark Upon A Course Of Action That Will Not Be Without Significance. You Could Not Liberate A Stone If There Were No Law Of Gravity - For Where Will The Stone Go, Once It Is Quarried?

You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself Be Tamed.

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.

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Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

One Runs The Risk Of Weeping A Little, If One Lets Himself Be Tamed.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

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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.

It's Useful Because It's Beautiful.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

I Remembered The Fox. One Runs The Risk Of Crying A Bit If One Allows Oneself To Be Tamed.

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.

Peace Is Present When Things Form Part Of A Whole Greater Than Their Sum, As The Diverse Minerals In The Ground Collect To Become The Tree.

If You Want To Build A Boat, Do Not Instruct The Men To Saw Wood, Stitch The Sails, Prepare The Tools And Organize The Work, But Make Them Long For Setting Sail And Travel To Distant Lands.

You Become Responsible For A Long Time For What You've Tamed.

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