You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you ha… - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.

Bit by bit, nevertheless, it comes over us that we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this one garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true mourning, which, though it may not be rending, is yet a little bitter. For nothing, in truth, can replace that companion. Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

Μόνο με την καρδιά βλέπεις καλά. Την ουσία τα μάτια δεν την βλέπουν. Οι άνθρωποι έχουν ξεχάσει αυτη την αλήθεια, εσύ όμως δεν πρέπει να την ξεχάσεις. Θα είσαι υπεύθηνος για πάντα για οτι έχεις εξημερώσει....