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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.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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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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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.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken With Comrades That Makes Us Accept The Values Of War.

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.

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas. Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness. I Take It For Granted That To Create A Tree I Condemn A Seed To Rot. If The First Act Of Resistance Comes Too Late It Is Doomed To Defeat. But It Is, Nevertheless, The Awakening Of Resistance. Life May Grow From It As From A Seed.

One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself Go, When One Yields - Even To Sadness.

It's All A Great Mystery...look Up At The Sky And You'll See How Everything Changes

I Am A Fox", The Fox Said.

The Time For Action Is Now. It's Never Too Late To Do Something.

I Have Always Learned To Distinguish The Important From The Urgent.

Freedom And Constraint Are Two Aspects Of The Same Necessity, Which Is To Be What One Is And No Other.

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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-

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What Do We Mean By Setting A Man Free? You Cannot Free A Man Who Dwells In A Desert And Is An Unfeeling Brute.

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I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars Are Set Alight In Heaven So That One Day Each One Of Us May Find His Own Again.

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It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

Let A Man In A Garret But Burn With Enough Intensity And He Will Set Fire To The World.

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To Be A Man Is, Precisely, To Be Responsible.

Prison Is Not A Mere Physical Horror. It Is Using A Pickaxe To No Purpose That Makes A Prison.

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

The House, The Stars, The Desert -- What Gives Them Their Beauty Is Something That Is Invisible!

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.

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.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That Somewhere It Hides A Well.

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

Demagoguery Enters At The Moment When, For Want Of A Common Denominator, The Principle Of Equality Degenerates Into The Principle Of Identity.

A Designer Knows He Has Achieved Perfection Not When There Is Nothing Left To Add, But When There Is Nothing Left To Take Away.

I Am Who I Am And I Have The Need To Be.

If You Love A Flower That Lives On A Star, It Is Sweet To Look At The Sky At Night. All The Stars Are A-bloom With Flowers.

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