For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it’s not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It’s not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers?
People where you live,' the little prince said, 'grow five thousand roses in one garden... Yet they don’t find what they’re looking for... And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose.'
Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
No one is ever satisfied where he is.
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.
My life is very monotonous,' the fox said. 'I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored.'
But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.
Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, 'What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?' Instead they demand, ‘How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?’ Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
Only the children know what they are looking for.
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.
Where are the people?' resumed the little prince at last. 'It’s a little lonely in the desert…' 'It is lonely when you’re among people, too,' said the snake.