To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory… - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses. By thy might, there return into us treasures that we had abandoned. By thy grace, there are released in us all the dried-up runnels of our heart. Of the riches that exist in the world, thou art the rarest and also the most delicate - thou so pure within the bowels of the earth! A man may die of thirst lying beside a magnesian spring. He may die within reach of a salt lake. He may die though he hold in his hand a jug of dew, if it be inhabited by evil salts. For thou, water, art a proud divinity, allowing no alteration, no foreignness in thy being. And the joy that thou spreadest is an infinitely simple joy.

N'espere rien de l'homme s'il travaille pour sa propre vie et non pour son eternite.

Küçük Prens çölü geçerken bir çiçeğe rastladı yalnız.Üç taçyapraklı önemsiz bir çiçekti bu.

-Günaydın, dedi Küçük Prens.
-Günaydın, dedi çiçek.
-İnsanlar nerede? diye kibarca sordu Küçük Prens.

Çiçek eskiden bir kervan görmüştü.

-İnsanlar mı? diye tekrarladı.Galiba altı yedi tane insan var.Yıllar önce görmüştüm.Ama kim bilir şimdi neredeler?Rüzgarla sürüklenmişlerdir.Kökleri yok, hayatları güç oluyor bu yüzden.

-Hoşçakal, dedi Küçük Prens.
-Hoşçakal, dedi çiçek.