The Little Prince

“Who are you?” said the little prince.
“Who are you--Who are you--Who are you?” answered the echo. “Be my friends. I am all alone,” he said.
“I am all alone--all alone--all alone,” answered the echo.
“What a queer planet!” he thought. “It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them... On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak...”

"You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..."

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves,
and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to
them.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible
to the eye.”

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

"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.

time soothes all sorrows

"Where are the men?" the little prince at last took up the conversation again. "It is a little lonely in the desert..." "It is also lonely among men," the snake said.

"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you — you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important