To the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
People have forgotten this truth,' the fox said. 'But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.'
Grown ups are certainly very strange.
You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.
Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends.
It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.
Words are the source of misunderstandings.
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
What makes the desert beautiful,′ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well...'