Flying Is A Man's Job And Its

Once You Are My Friend, I Am Responsible For You.

Where Are The People?” Resumed The Little Prince At Last. “it’s A Little Lonely In The Desert…” “it Is Lonely When You’re Among People, Too,” Said The Snake.

Perfection Is Finally Attained Not When There Is No Longer Anything To Add, But When There Is No Longer Anything To Take Away, When A Body Has Been Stripped Down To Its Nakedness.

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

Why Are You Drinking? Demanded The Little Prince. "so That I May Forget," Replied The Tippler. "forget What?" Inquired The Little Prince, Who Was Already Sorry For Him. "forget That I Am Ashamed," The Tippler Confessed, Hanging His Head. "ashamed Of What?" Insisted The Little Prince, Who Wanted To Help Him. "ashamed Of Drinking!