“That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.”

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.

Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

The essential doesn’t change.

Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.

What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.

We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

A library outranks any other one thing a community can do to benefit its people. It is a never failing spring in the desert.

He was an ocean of pure love but after what he had to go through, now he’s a desert of hopeless romance.

Much love much trial, but what an utter desert is life without love.

Oh, Lord! You’ve been with me in six troubles, don’t desert me in the seventh!

Love is wild; its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.

Rain generate hope in the desert so as her touch in me.  

What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.