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It's A Question Of Discipline,' The Little Prince Told Me Later On. 'when You've Finished Washing And Dressing Each Morning, You Must Tend Your Planet. You Must Be Sure You Pull Up The Baobabs Regularly, As Soon As You Can Tell Them Apart From The Rosebushes, Which They Closely Resemble When They're Very Young. It's Very Tedious Work, But Very Easy.

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It's A Question Of Discipline,' The Little Prince Told Me Later On. 'when You've Finished Washing And Dressing Each Morning, You Must Tend Your Planet. You Must Be Sure You Pull Up The Baobabs Regularly, As Soon As You Can Tell Them Apart From The Rosebushes, Which They Closely Resemble When They're Very Young. It's Very Tedious Work, But Very Easy.

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The Dignity Of The Individual Demands That He Be Not Reduced To Vassalage By The Largesse Of Others.

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.

On A Day Of Burial There Is No Perspective--for Space Itself Is Annihilated. Your Dead Friend Is Still A Fragmentary Being. The Day You Bury Him Is A Day Of Chores And Crowds, Of Hands False Or True To Be Shaken, Of The Immediate Cares Of Mourning. The Dead Friend Will Not Really Die Until Tomorrow, When Silence Is Round You Again. Then He Will Show Himself Complete, As He Was--to Tear Himself Away, As He Was, From The Substantial You. Only Then Will You Cry Out Because Of Him Who Is Leaving And Whom You Cannot Detain.

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas.

It Is Not A Question Of Living Dangerously. That Formula Is Too Arrogant, Too Presumptuous. I Don't Care Much For Bull-fighters. It's Not The Danger I Love. I Know What I Love. It Is Life Itself.

Look At The Sky. Ask Yourselves: Has The Sheep Eaten The Flower, Yes Or No? And You Will See How Everything Changes.

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