For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

"But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like...

"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"

And a little later you added: "You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"

But the little prince made no reply."

Action and personal happiness have no truck with each other; they are eternally at war.