Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becom… - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.

We must only demand that which each individual can give,” said the king. “The authority rests first on reason.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man

"The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen... The desert is beautiful," the little prince added. And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams... "What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..." I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands.