Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat...

personas ya no tienen tiempo de conocer nada. Lo compran todo hecho en las tiendas. Y como no hay tiendas donde vendan amigos, no tienen ya amigos. ¡Si quieres un amigo, domestícame!

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.