إنما ما يهب الأشياء جمالها هو شيء خفي لا تراه العيون , سواء أكانت تلك الأشياء بيوتا أم صحارى أم نجوم ! - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

"My flower is ephemeral," the little prince said to himself, "and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet, all alone!"
That was his first moment of regret. But he took courage once more.

I am not talking about living dangerously. Such words are meaningless to me. The toreador does not stir me to enthusiasm. It is not danger I love. I know what I love. It is life.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them