Truth, For Any Man, Is That Which

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.

What Was My Body To Me? A Kind Of Flunkey In My Service. Let But My Anger Wax Hot, My Love Grow Exalted, My Hatred Collect In Me, And That Boasted Solidarity Between Me And My Body Was Gone.

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

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas.

I Am Beginning To Understand," Said The Little Prince. "there Is A Flower... I Think That She Has Tamed Me.