“Will you draw me a sheep?”

“What did I care about my hammer, about my bolt, about thirst or death? There was, on one star, on one planet, on mine, the Earth, a little prince to be consoled! I took him in my arms. I rocked him. I told him, 'The flower you love is not in danger...I'll draw you a muzzle for your sheep...I'll draw you a fence for your flower...I' I didn't know what to say. How clumsy I felt! I didn't know how to reach him, where to find him...It's so mysterious, the land of tears.”

“The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.”

“Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?”

“If a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too?A sheep eats whatever it finds.Even a flower with thorn?Even a flower with thorns.Then what's the good of thorns?”

“Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes...”

“For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. and if you go to draw at the rule fountainhea, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.”