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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.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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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.

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The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

"men Have Forgotten This Truth," Said The Fox. "but You Must Not Forget It. You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed."

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.

But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born. It Would Be A Bit Too Easy If We Could Go About Borrowing Ready-made Souls.

I Was Wrong To Grow Older. Pity. I Was So Happy As A Child.

If A Composer Suffers From Loss Of Sleep And His Sleeplessness Induces Him To Turn Out Masterpieces, What A Profitable Loss It Is!

The Thing That Is Important Is The Thing That Is Not Seen.

If France Is To Be Judged, Judge Her Not By The Effects Of Her Defeat But By Her Readiness To Sacrifice Herself.

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

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

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