“What makes a desert so beautiful is that it hides a well somewhere...”

“What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...”

“The house, the stars, the desert -- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!”

“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...”

“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.”

“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 !”

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”