They buy things in ready-made stores. But since there are no stores where you can buy friends, people no longer have friends. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

At night, you'll look up at the stars. It's too small, where I live, for me to show you where my star is. It's better that way. My star will be...one of the stars, for you. So you'll like looking at all of them. They'll all be your friends. And besides, I have a present for you. He laughed again.
'Ah, little fellow, little fellow, I love hearing that laugh.'
'That'll be my present. Just that...'
People have stars, but they aren't the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people they're nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they're problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You though, you'll have stars like nobody else.
'What do you mean?'
When you look up at the sky at night, sincle I'll be living on one of them, since I'll be laughing on one of them, for you it'll be as if all the stars are laughing. You'll have stars that can laugh!
And he laughed again.
...And it'll be as if I had given you, instead of stars, a lot of little bells that know how to laugh.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.

There is a tendency to class such men with toreadors and gamblers. People extol their contempt for death. But I would not give a fig for anybody’s contempt for death. If its roots are not sunk deep in an acceptance of responsibility, this contempt for death is the sign either of an impoverished soul or of youthful extravagance.