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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.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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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.

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I Have No Right, By Anything I Do Or Say, To Demean A Human Being In His Own Eyes. What Matters Is Not What I Think Of Him; It Is What He Thinks Of Himself. To Undermine A Man's Self-respect Is A Sin.

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.

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I Know But One Freedom And That Is The Freedom Of The Mind.

And When Your Sorrow Is Comforted (time Soothes All Sorrows) You Will Be Content That You Have Known Me. You Will Always Be My Friend. You Will Want To Laugh With Me. And You Will Sometimes Open Your Window, So, For That Pleasure . . . And Your Friends Will Be Properly Astonished To See You Laughing As You Look Up At The Sky! Then You Will Say To Them, 'yes, The Stars Always Make Me Laugh!' And They Will Think You Are Crazy. It Will Be A Very Shabby Trick That I Shall Have Played On You.

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

When We Think That The Machine Will Harm Man, Then It Is Perhaps Because We Are Not Yet Capable Of Judging The Rapid Changes It Has Brought About. We Hardly Feel At Home In This Landscape Of Mines And Power Stations. We Have Just Moved Into This New Home That We Have Not Even Finished Yet. Everything Around Us Has Changed So Fast - Personal Relations, Working Conditions, Habits. Even Our State Of Mind Is In Turmoil.

To Be A Man Is To Feel That One's Own Stone Contributes To Building The Edifice Of The World.

Each Man Must Look To Himself To Teach Him The Meaning Of Life. It Is Not Something Discovered: It Is Something Molded.

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?

The Friend Within The Man Is That Part Of Him Which Belongs To You And Opens To You A Door Which Never, Perhaps, Is Opened To Another. Such A Friend Is True, And All He Says Is True; And He Loves You Even If He Hates You In Other Mansions Of His Heart.

He Fell As Gently As A Tree Falls. There Was Not Even Any Sound.

It Is In Your Act That You Exist, Not In Your Body. Your Act Is Yourself, And There Is No Other You.

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas.

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

That Is The Hardest Thing Of All. It Is Much Harder To Judge Yourself Than To Judge Others. If You Succeed In Judging Yourself, It's Because You're Truly A Wise Man.

Judging Yourself

I Showed The Grown Ups My Maasterpiece, Andi Asked Them If My Drawing Scared Them. They Answered Why Be Scared Of A Hat? My Drawing Was Not A Picture Of A Hat. It Was A Picture Of A Boa Constrictor Digesting An Elephant.

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.

Why Are You Drinking? Demanded The Little Prince. "so That I May Forget," Replied The Tippler. "forget What?" Inquired The Little Prince, Who Was Already Sorry For Him. "forget That I Am Ashamed," The Tippler Confessed, Hanging His Head. "ashamed Of What?" Insisted The Little Prince, Who Wanted To Help Him. "ashamed Of Drinking!

To Become A Man Is To Be Responsible; To Be Ashamed Of Miseries That You Did Not Cause.

What Have You Come To Earth For?' 'i'm Having Difficulties With A Flower,' The Little Prince Said. 'ah!' Said The Snake. And They Were Both Silent.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

At One Time I Say To Myself: "surely Not! The Little Prince Shuts His Flower Under Her Glass Globe Every Night, And He Watches Over His Sheep Very Carefully . . ." Then I Am Happy. And There Is Sweetness In The Laughter Of All The Stars.

Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To Add, But When There's Nothing To Take Away.

My Senses Of Space, Of Distance, And Of Direction Entirely Vanished. When I Looked For The Ground I Sometimes Looked Down, Sometimes Up, Sometimes Left, Sometimes Right. I Thought I Was Very High Up When I Would Suddenly Be Thown To Earth In A Near Vertical Spin. I Thought I Was Very Low To The Ground And I Was Pulled Up To 3,000 Feet In Two Minutes By The 500-horsepower Motor. It Danced, It Pushed, It Tossed. . . . Ah! La La!

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.

How Could Drops Of Water Know Themselves To Be A River? Yet The River Flows On.

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Precious Things

Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.

Truth, For Any Man, Is That Which Makes Him A Man.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

It Was The Contemplation Of God That Created Men Who Were Equal, For It Was In God That They Were Equal.

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One Only Really Sees With The Heart.

You - You Alone Will Have The Stars As No One Else Has Them...in One Of The Stars I Shall Be Living. In One Of Them I Shall Be Laughing. And So It Will Be As If All The Stars Were Laughing, When You Look At The Sky At Night...you - Only You - Will Have Stars That Can Laugh.

He Who Is Different From Me Does Not Impoverish Me - He Enriches Me. Our Unity Is Constituted In Something Higher Than Ourselves - In Man... For No Man Seeks To Hear His Own Echo, Or To Find His Reflection In The Glass.

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.

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.

War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

The Important Thing Is To Strive Toward A Goal Which Is Not Immediately Visible. That Goal Is Not The Concern Of The Mind, But Of The Spirit.

I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

I Fly Because It Releases My Mind From The Tyranny Of Petty Things.

One Must Require From Each One The Duty Which Each One Can Perform. Accepted Authority Rests First Of All On Reason.

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

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.

How Desperately Difficult It Is To Be Honest With Oneself. It Is Much Easier To Be Honest With Other People.what Is True Is Invisible To The Eye. It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Clearly.

I Know A Planet Where There Is A Certain Red-faced Gentleman. He Has Never Smelled A Flower. He Has Never Looked At A Star. He Has Never Loved Any One. He Has Never Done Anything In His Life But Add Up Figures. And All Day He Says Over And Over, Just Like You: 'i Am Busy With Matters Of Consequence!' And That Makes Him Swell Up With Pride. But He Is Not A Man - He Is A Mushroom!

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