You’re not a man, you’re a mushroom!
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYYou’re not a man, you’re a mushroom!
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTo forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTrue love begins when nothing is looked for in return.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYEach man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYA man’s age is something impressive, it sums up his life.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYPerfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYI fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYLife always bursts the boundaries of formulas.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTruths may clash without contradicting each other.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIf you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYYou give birth to that on which you fix your mind.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYLove does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIn every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYYou become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThe tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
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