Si la vie humaine n'a pas de prix, nous agissons toujours comme si quelque chose dépassait, en valeur, la vie humaine... Mais quoi ? (p. 130) - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

I am a man raking through ashes, a man struggling to find the embers of life in the bottom of a fireplace.

"Supposing I know of a flower that is absolutely unique, that is nowhere to be found except on my planet, and any minute that flower could accidentally be eaten up by a little lamb, isn't that important? If a person loves a flower that is the only one of its kind on all the millions and millions of stars, then gazing at the night sky is enough to make him happy. He says to himself "My flower is out there somewhere." But if the lamb eats the flower, then suddenly it's as if all the stars had stopped shining. Isn't that important?"