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Grown-ups Love Figures... When You Tell Them You've Made A New Friend They Never Ask You Any Questions About Essential Matters. They Never Say To You "what Does His Voice Sound Like? What Games Does He Love Best? Does He Collect Butterflies? " Instead They Demand "how Old Is He? How Much Does He Weigh? How Much Money Does His Father Make? " Only From These Figures Do They Think They Have Learned Anything About Him.

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Grown-ups Love Figures... When You Tell Them You've Made A New Friend They Never Ask You Any Questions About Essential Matters. They Never Say To You "what Does His Voice Sound Like? What Games Does He Love Best? Does He Collect Butterflies? " Instead They Demand "how Old Is He? How Much Does He Weigh? How Much Money Does His Father Make? " Only From These Figures Do They Think They Have Learned Anything About Him.

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True, It Is Evil That A Single Man Should Crush The Herd, But See Not There The Worse Form Of Slavery, Which Is When The Herd Crushes Out The Man.

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Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

Once Men Are Caught Up In An Event, They Cease To Be Afraid. Only The Unknown Frightens Men.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.

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

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True Happiness Comes From The Joy Of Deeds Well Done, The Zest Of Creating Things New.

He Who Bears In His Heart A Cathedral To Be Built Is Already Victorious. He Who Seeks To Become Sexton Of A Finished Cathedral Is Already Defeated.

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He Had Taken Seriously Words Which Were Without Importance, And It Made Him Very Unhappy.

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

Nothing Comes Of Severity If There Be No Leanings Towards A Change Of Heart. And If There Be Natural Leanings Towards A Change Of Heart, What Need For Severity?

Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness.

Temporary Defeat

My Drawing Was Not A Picture Of A Hat. It Was A Picture Of A Boa Constrictor Digesting An Elephant.

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There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.

We Understand … That What Constitutes The Dignity Of A Craft Is That It Creates A Fellowship, That It Binds Men Together And Fashions For Them A Common Language.

To Be A Man Is, Precisely, To Be Responsible. It Is To Feel Shame At The Sight Of What Seems To Be Unmerited Misery. It Is To Take Pride In A Victory Won By One's Comrades. It Is To Feel, When Setting One's Stone, That One Is Contributing To The Building Of The World.

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.

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…if You Tame Me, It Will Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life. I Shall Know The Sound Of A Step That Will Be Different From All The Others. Other Steps Send Me Hurrying Back Underneath The Ground. Yours Will Call Me, Like Music, Out Of My Burrow

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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The Arms Of Love Encompass You With Your Present, Your Past, Your Future, The Arms Of Love Gather You Together.

Sorrow Is One Of The Vibrations That Prove The Fact Of Living.

A Man's Age Is Something Impressive, It Sums Up His Life: Maturity Reached Slowly And Against Many Obstacles, Illnesses Cured, Griefs And Despairs Overcome, And Unconscious Risks Taken; Maturity Formed Through So Many Desires, Hopes, Regrets, Forgotten Things, Loves. A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experience And Memories.

I Was Wrong To Grow Older. Pity. I Was So Happy As A Child.

The Essential Things In Life Are Seen, Not With The Eyes But With The Heart.

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

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

A Civilization Is A Heritage Of Beliefs, Customs, And Knowledge Slowly Accumulated In The Course Of Centuries, Elements Difficult At Times To Justify By Logic, But Justifying Themselves As Paths When They Lead Somewhere, Since They Open Up For Man His Inner Distance.

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

Horror Causes Men To Clench Their Fists, And In Horror Men Join Together.

You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself Be Tamed.

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

But The Conceited Man Did Not Hear Him. Conceited People Never Hear Anything But Praise.

When Someone Blushes, Doesn't That Mean 'yes'?

Even Though Human Life May Be The Most Precious Thing On Earth, We Always Behave As If There Were Something Of Higher Value Than Human Life.

Precious Things

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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.

I Shall Never Again Admire A Merely Brave Man.

I Am A Fox", The Fox Said.

And That Heart Which Was A Wild Garden Was Given To Him Who Only Loved Trim Lawns. And The Imbecile Carried The Princess Into Slavery.

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

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

It's All A Great Mystery...look Up At The Sky And You'll See How Everything Changes

We Are Forever Responsible For That Which We Have Tamed.

We Do Not Pray For Immortality, But Only Not To See Our Acts And All Things Stripped Suddenly Of All Their Meaning; For Then It Is The Utter Emptiness Of Everything Reveals Itself.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time. Get Into A Fist Fight, Put Your Mind On The Strategy Of The Fight, And You Will Not Feel The Other Fellow's Punches.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born. It Would Be A Bit Too Easy If We Could Go About Borrowing Ready-made Souls.

The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

Grown-ups Never Understand Anything For Themselves, And It Is Tiresome For Children To Be Always And Forever Explaining Things To Them.

A Chief Is A Man Who Assumes Responsibility. He Says 'i Was Beaten,' He Does Not Say 'my Men Were Beaten.'

In Every Crowd Are Certain Persons Who Seem Just Like The Rest, Yet They Bear Amazing Messages.

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

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