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Sitting In The Flickering Light Of The Candles On This Kerchief Of Sand, On This Village Square, We Waited In The Night. We Were Waiting For The Rescuing Dawn - Or For The Moors. Something, I Know Not What, Lent This Night A Savor Of Christmas. We Told Stories, We Joked, We Sang Songs. In The Air There Was That Slight Fever That Reigns Over A Gaily Prepared Feast. And Yet We Were Infinitely Poor. Wind, Sand, And Stars. The Austerity Of Trappists. But On This Badly Lighted Cloth, A Handful Of Men Who Possessed Nothing In The World But Their Memories Were Sharing Invisible Riches.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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Sitting In The Flickering Light Of The Candles On This Kerchief Of Sand, On This Village Square, We Waited In The Night. We Were Waiting For The Rescuing Dawn - Or For The Moors. Something, I Know Not What, Lent This Night A Savor Of Christmas. We Told Stories, We Joked, We Sang Songs. In The Air There Was That Slight Fever That Reigns Over A Gaily Prepared Feast. And Yet We Were Infinitely Poor. Wind, Sand, And Stars. The Austerity Of Trappists. But On This Badly Lighted Cloth, A Handful Of Men Who Possessed Nothing In The World But Their Memories Were Sharing Invisible Riches.

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You're Beautiful, But You're Empty...one Couldn't Die For You. Of Course, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think My Rose Looked Just Like You. But My Rose, All On Her Own, Is More Important Than All Of You Together, Since She's The One I've Watered. Since She's The One I Put Under Glass, Since She's The One I Sheltered Behind The Screen. Since She's The One For Whom I Killed The Caterpillars (except The Two Or Three Butterflies). Since She's The One I Listened To When She Complained, Or When She Boasted, Or Even Sometimes When She Said Nothing At All. Since She's My Rose.

Peace Is Present When Things Form Part Of A Whole Greater Than Their Sum, As The Diverse Minerals In The Ground Collect To Become The Tree.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

Treason Implies Responsibility For Something, Control Over Something, Influence Upon Something, Knowledge Of Something. Treason In Our Time Is A Proof Of Genius. Why, I Want To Know, Are Not Traitors Decorated?

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

We Are Prudent People. We Are Afraid To Let Go Of Our Petty Reality In Order To Grasp At A Great Shadow.

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

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.

If I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked, I Should Walk At My Leisure Toward A Spring Of Fresh Water.

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.

Whoever Loves Above All The Approach Of Love Will Never Know The Joy Of Attaining It.

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.

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

We Must Not Subject Him Who Creates To The Desires Of The Multitude. It Is, Rather, His Creation That Must Become The Multitude's Desire.

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.

My Life Is Very Monotonous," The Fox Said. "i Hunt Chickens; Men Hunt Me. All The Chickens Are Just Alike, And All The Men Are Just Alike. And, In Consequence, I Am A Little Bored.

Monotonous Life

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.

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

If You Want To Build A Boat, Do Not Instruct The Men To Saw Wood, Stitch The Sails, Prepare The Tools And Organize The Work, But Make Them Long For Setting Sail And Travel To Distant Lands.

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