People best know French writer and aviator Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for his fairy tale
The Little Prince
(1943).
He flew for the first time at the age of 12 years in 1912 at the Ambérieu airfield and then determined to a pilot. Even after moving to a school in Switzerland and spending summer vacations at the château of the family at Saint-Maurice-de-Rémens in east, he kept that ambition. He repeatedly uses the house at Saint-Maurice.
Later, in Paris, he failed the entrance exams for the naval academy and instead enrolled at the prestigious l'Ecole des Beaux-Arts. In 1921, Saint-Exupéry, stationed in Strasbourg, began serving in the military. He learned and forever settled his career path as a pilot. After leaving the service in 1923, Saint-Exupéry worked in several professions but in 1926 went back and signed as a pilot for Aéropostale, a private airline that from Toulouse flew mail to Dakar, Senegal. In 1927, Saint-Exupéry accepted the position of airfield chief for Cape Juby in southern Morocco and began his first book, a memoir, called
Southern Mail
and published in 1929.
He then moved briefly to Buenos Aires to oversee the establishment of an Argentinean mail service, returned to Paris in 1931, and then published
Night Flight
, which won instant success and the prestigious Prix Femina. Always daring Saint-Exupéry tried from Paris in 1935 to break the speed record for flying to Saigon. Unfortunately, his plane crashed in the Libyan Desert, and he and his copilot trudged through the sand for three days to find help. In 1938, a second plane crash at that time, as he tried to fly between city of New York and Tierra del Fuego, Argentina, seriously injured him. The crash resulted in a long convalescence in New York.
He published
Wind, Sand and Stars
, next novel, in 1939. This great success won the grand prize for novel of the academy and the national book award in the United States. Saint-Exupéry flew reconnaissance missions at the beginning of the Second World War but went to New York to ask the United States for help when the Germans occupied his country. He drew on his wartime experiences to publish
Flight to Arras
and
Letter to a Hostage
in 1942.
Later in 1943, Saint-Exupéry rejoined his air squadron in northern Africa. From earlier plane crashes, Saint-Exupéry still suffered physically, and people forbade him to fly, but he insisted on a mission. From Borgo, Corsica, on 31 July 1944, he set to overfly occupied region. He never returned.
“L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”
“Si quelqu'un veut un mouton, c'est la preuve qu'il en existe un.(If somebody wants a sheep, that is a proof that one exists.)”
“Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c'est fatigant, pour les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications.”
“For after all, why do we go on fighting? If we die for democracy then we must be one of the democracies. Let the rest fight with us, if that is the case. But the most powerful of them, the only one that could save us, chooses to bide its time. Very good. That is its right. But by so doing, that democracy signifies that we are fighting for ourselves alone. And we go on fighting despite the assurance that we have lost the war. Why, then, do we go on dying? Out of despair? But there is no despair. You know nothing about defeat if you think there is room in it for despair.There is a verity that is higher than the pronouncements of the intelligence. There is a thing which pierces and governs us and which cannot be grasped by the intelligence. A tree has no language. We are a tree. There are truths which are evident, though not to be put into words. I do not die in order to obstruct the path of the invasion, for there is no shelter upon which I can fall back with those I love. I do not die to preserve my honor, since I deny that my honor is at stake, and I challenge the jurisdiction of my judge. Nor do I die out of desperation.”
“Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas. Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness. I take it for granted that to create a tree I condemn a seed to rot. If the first act of resistance comes too late it is doomed to defeat. But it is, nevertheless, the awakening of resistance. Life may grow from it as from a seed.”
“And the fox said to the little prince: men have forgotten this truth, but you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
“To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory won by one's comrades. It is to feel, when setting one's stone, that one is contributing to the building of the world.”
“I am who I am and I have the need to be.”
“The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen.”
“One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.”
“Eis o meu segredo: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos. Os homens esqueceram essa verdade, mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas.”
“Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is, If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.”
“True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.”
“C’est tellement mystérieux,le pays des larmes.»«Les yeux sont aveugles.Il faut chercher avec le coeur. »«Le coeur a desraison que la raison ne connait pas.»”
“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men haveno more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at theshops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and somen have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me. . .”
“Il faut bien protéger les lampes: un coup de vent peut les éteindre...”
“Les étoiles sont belles, à cause d'une fleur que l'on ne voit pas...”
“On one star I`ll be living. On one of of the stars I will be laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You- only you -will have stars that can laugh!”
“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.”
“Conceited people never hear anything but praise.”
“For I perceived that man's estate is as a citadel: he may throw down the walls to gain what he calls freedom, but then nothing of him remains save a dismantled fortress, open to the stars. And then begins the anguish of not-being. Far better for him were it to achieve his truth in the homely smell of blazing vine shoots, or of the sheep he has to shear. Truth strikes deep, like a well. A gaze that wanders loses sight of God. And that wise man who, keeping his thoughts in hand, knows little more than the weight of his flock's wool has a clearer vision of God than [anyone]. Citadel, I will build you in men's hearts./ Wisdom of the Sands by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry”
“Tada se pojavi neki glupan. Tada se, po prvi put, te toliko izoštrene oči prevare i u njima zasjaju lijepe boje. Ako glupan izgovori nekoliko stihova, već misle da je pjesnik. Misle da on shvaća razvaljene parkete, vjeruju da on voli mungose. One misle da mu laska to povjerenje otrovnice koja se njiše, pod stolom, među njegovim nogama. Poklanjaju mu svoje srce, koje je divlji vrt, njemu, koji voli samo njegovane perivoje. I tako glupan odvodi kraljevnu u ropstvo.”
“But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.”
“Yo siempre he amado el desierto. Uno puede sentarse sobre una duna de arena. No ve nada. No escucha nada. Y, sin embargo, siempre hay algo que brilla en el silencio.”
“Nunca está nadie contento donde se encuentra-”
“Tu n’es encore pour moi qu’un petit garçon tout semblable à cent mille petits garcons. Et je n’ai pas besoin de toi. Et tu n’as pas besoin de moi non plus. Je ne suis pour toi qu’un renard semblable à cent mille renards. Mais, si tu m’apprivoises, nous aurons besoin l’un de l’autre. Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde.”
“Les enfants seuls savent ce qu’ils cherchent”
“But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.”
“Something in one's heart takes fright, not at the thought of growing old, not at feeling one's youth used up in this mineral universe, but at the thought that far away the whole world is ageing. The trees have brought forth their fruit; the grain has ripened in the fields; the women have bloomed in their loveliness. But the season is advancing and one must make haste; but the season is advancing and still one cannot leave; but the season is advancing...and other men will glean the harvest.”
“And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... You, only you, will have stars that can laugh at night...”
“He had taken seriously words which were without importance, and it made him very unhappy.”
“When you tame someone they become unique to you in all the world”
“One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'And a little later you added:'You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the sunset.''Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three sunset?'But the prince made no answer.”
“You have hair like the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat...”
“What the little prince would not admit to himself was that he was sorry to leave this planet, blessed as it was with one thousand and four hundred and forty sunsets every day.”
“Children understand.”
“One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.”
“What a queer planet!" he thought. "It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them . . . On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak . . .”
“Grown ups are certainly very strange.”
“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man - he is a mushroom!”
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.”
“If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.”
“Küçük Prens: "Bu adamın kafası az çok benim ayyaşınki gibi çalışıyor" diye düşündü. Ama yine de bir soru sormaktan alamadı kendini.- Yıldızlara nasıl sahip olunur?İşadamı yüzünü ekşiterek:- Yıldızlar kimin malıdır? diye karşılık verdi.- Bilmem, kimsenin.- O halde, benimdir. Onlara sahip olmak ilkin benim aklıma geldi.- Bununla iş biter mi?- Elbette. Sahibi olmayan bir elmas bulursan, o elmas senindir. Sahibi olmayan bir ada bulursan, o ada senindir. Bir buluş yaparsan patentini alırsın, buluş senin olur. Madem ki yıldızlara sahip olmak benden önce kimsenin aklına gelmedi, yıldızlar benimdir.”
“Vain men never hear anything but praise.”
“To vain men, other people are admirers.”
“My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.”
“he had been afraid of finding things quite different, and now it pained him to find them so unchanged. the prospect of meeting people, of looking up old friends left him vaguely bored. from a distance fancy is free to roam. the tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried. what selfish love such flights occasionally attest !”
“We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.”
“Tendré que aguantar dos o tres orugas, si quiero conocer las mariposas”
“¡Un día vi ponerse el sol cuarenta y tres veces!”