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People Have Stars, But They Aren't The Same. For Travelers, The Stars Are Guides. For Other People, They're Nothing But Tiny Lights. And For Still Others, For Scholars, They're Problems... But All Those Stars Are Silent Stars. You, Though, You'll Have Stars Like Nobody Else... Since I'll Be Laughing On One Of Them, For You It'll Be As If All The Stars Are Laughing. You'll Have Stars That Can Laugh!... And It'll Be As If I Had Given You, Instead Of Stars, A Lot Of Tiny Bells That Know How To Laugh.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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People Have Stars, But

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People Have Stars, But They Aren't The Same. For Travelers, The Stars Are Guides. For Other People, They're Nothing But Tiny Lights. And For Still Others, For Scholars, They're Problems... But All Those Stars Are Silent Stars. You, Though, You'll Have Stars Like Nobody Else... Since I'll Be Laughing On One Of Them, For You It'll Be As If All The Stars Are Laughing. You'll Have Stars That Can Laugh!... And It'll Be As If I Had Given You, Instead Of Stars, A Lot Of Tiny Bells That Know How To Laugh.

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

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.

I Shall Look At You Out Of The Corner Of My Eye, And You Will Say Nothing. Words Are The Source Of Misunderstandings." -from The Fox-

Navigating By The Compass In A Sea Of Clouds Over Spain Is All Very Well, It Is Very Dashing, But - You Want To Remember That Below The Sea Of Clouds Lies Eternity.

"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."

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.

Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.

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

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

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