Sublime

‘But now you are going to cry!’ said the little prince. ‘Yes, that is so,’ said the fox. ‘Then it has done you no good at all!’ ‘It has done me good,’ said the fox, ‘because of the colour of the wheat fields.’ And then he added:

courses. Mais Paris était une très vieille ville et nous étions jeunes et rien n’y était simple, ni même la pauvreté, ni la richesse soudaine, ni le clair de lune, ni le bien, ni le mal, ni le souffle d’un être endormi à vos côtés dans le clair de lune.

lot. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

Now it was my turn to look at them out of the corner of the eye. What shrewdness! what silent laughter behind those candid faces! And what sovereignty they exercised, these princesses guarded by snakes! Princesses for whom there existed no scorpion, no wasp, no serpent, but only little souls of animals! As I write, I dream. All this is very far awa

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something moulded. These prison walls that this age of trade has built up round us, we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades, and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call, the pathetic chant of the human voice.

“The essential is invisible to the eyes,”

“If a person is living out his Personal Legend, he knows everything he needs to know. There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.”

is the time you have spent for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

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