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People Where You Live," The Little Prince Said, "grow Five Thousand Roses In One Garden... Yet They Don't Find What They're Looking For... They Don't Find It," I Answered. And Yet What They're Looking For Could Be Found In A Single Rose, Or A Little Water..." Of Course," I Answered. And The Little Prince Added, "but Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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People Where You Live," The Little Prince Said, "grow Five Thousand Roses In One Garden... Yet They Don't Find What They're Looking For... They Don't Find It," I Answered. And Yet What They're Looking For Could Be Found In A Single Rose, Or A Little Water..." Of Course," I Answered. And The Little Prince Added, "but Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

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It Is Not For Us To Forecast The Future, But To Shape It.

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

I Will Appoint Captains To Rule My Cities, For It Is In The Compelling Zest Of High Adventure And Of Victory, And In Creative Action, That Man Finds His Supreme Joys.

True Love Begins When Nothing Is Looked For In Return.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them.

There Is A Cheap Literature That Speaks To Us Of The Need Of Escape. It Is True That When We Travel We Are In Search Of Distance. But Distance Is Not To Be Found. It Melts Away. And Escape Has Never Led Anywhere. The Moment A Man Finds That He Must Play The Races, Go The Arctic, Or Make War In Order To Feel Himself Alive, That Man Has Begin To Spin The Strands That Bind Him To Other Men And To The World. But What Wretched Strands! A Civilization That Is Really Strong Fills Man To The Brim, Though He Never Stir. What Are We Worth When Motionless, Is The Question.

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