“To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown−ups who are nolonger interested in anything but figures..”

“For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.”

“If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.”

“To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.”

“I look sad because I don't have the courage to escape from you. And I think I don't want to understand the truth: for you, I am nothing but a dream. You like to play with life, you're not afraid of anything, not even of me. But I want you to know that I am not an object or a doll: I don't change faces on command, I like to sit down every day in the same place, on my own chair, and I know that you, you like to leave, to go to a new place every day. ”

“Esta es la clave del sentido de la vida; amor es preocuparse por otro:flor, estrella,volcán,hombre...es sentirse responsable por otro”

“Lo que lo hace hermoso es algo invisible...los ojos no siempre ven. Hay que buscar con el corazón”