A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet pures… - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

He sat down. I sat down next to him. And after a silence, he spoke again. 'The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see...'
I answered, 'Yes, of course.

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... But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you'll have stars like nobody else... 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 it'll be as if I had given you, instead of stars, a lot of tiny bells that know how to laugh ...

One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!' And a little later you added, 'You know, when you're feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful...'
'On the day of the forty-four times, were you feeling very sad?'
But the little prince didn't answer.