Night, when words fade and things come alive.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYNight, when words fade and things come alive.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYAttitude is a paintbrush, It colors everything!
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTo live is to be slowly born.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYLoneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIn every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYI am who I am and I have the need to be.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is such a secret place, the land of tears.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYPerfection is attained, not when no more can be added, but when no more can be removed.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYWhat makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is not for us to forecast the future, but to shape it.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYWell, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYWhat saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYSometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYI fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYHe who must travel happily must travel light.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY