“Weren’t they happy, where they were?” “We are never happy where we are,” said the switchman.

the eyes are blind. They must look for it with the heart.”

The grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and, for children, it’s tiresome always giving them explanations.

if you tame me, my life will be as if enlightened by the sun. I will know the sound of a step that will be different from all others. The other steps will make me go underground. Yours will call me out of the burrow, like music.

It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.

lot. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

“What is a ritual?” said the little prince. “It is also something really forgotten,” said the fox. “It is what makes one day different from the other days, one hour, from the other hours.

“You know… when one is so sad, one loves the sunsets…”

I was carrying a fragile treasure.