Son realmente hermosas pero vacías rosas -añadió el principito- Uno se siente impulsado a dejarse morir por ustedes - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

For love is greater than any wind of words. And man, leaning at his window under the stars, is once again responsible for the bread of the day to come, for the slumber of the wife who lies by his side, all fragile and delicate and contingent. Love is not thinking, but being. As I sat facing Alias I longed for night, when my thoughts would be of civilization, of the destiny of man, of the savor of friendship in my native land. For night, so that I might yearn to serve some overwhelming purpose which at this moment I cannot define. For night, so that I might perhaps advance a step towards fixing my unmanageable language. I longed for the night as the poet might do, the true poet who feels himself inhabited by a thing obscure but powerful, and who strives to erect images like ramparts round that thing in order to capture it. To capture it in a snare of images.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

Por aquella época había hecho una gran demostración de su descubrimiento en un Congreso Internacional de Astronomía. Pero debido a su indumentaria, nadie le había hecho caso. Los mayores son así.
Afortunadamente, para la reputación del asteroide B 612 un dictador turco impuso a su pueblo, bajo la pena de muerte, la obligación de vestirse a la europea. El astrónomo volvió a hacer su demostración, en 1920, con un traje muy elegante. Y esta vez sí, todos fueron de su parecer