Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. p4
But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said.
Grown-ups are like that... p15
Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sounds like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has 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. p16~17
Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people. p17
... for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. p17
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... p18
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 consequences!" And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man—he is a mushroom! p29
If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. p29~30
It is such a secret place, the land of tears. p31
I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. p36
Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her... p37
Accepted authority rests first of all on reason. p45
That (judging yourself) is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom. p46
For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers... Conceited people never hear anything but praise. p48
It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars... p57
Nevertheless he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself. p61
When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wanders a little from the truth. p68
What does that mean—"tame"?
It means to establish ties.
... If you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. to you, I shall be unique in all the world. p80
One only understands the things that one tames. Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me... you must be very patient... p83~84
Words are the source of misunderstandings. p84
"What is a rite?"
"Those also are actions too often neglected. They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours." p84
Because she is my rose. p87
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. p87
It is the time that you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. p87
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. p88
"Were they not satisfied where they were?"
"No one is ever satisfied where he is." p89
Only children know what they are looking for. p89
It is a good thing to have had a friend, even if one is about to die. p91
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well... p93
The house, the stars, the desert—what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible! p93
I looked at his pale forehead... "what I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible..." p93
But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart... p97
time soothes all sorrows. p104
There is nothing sad about old shells... p106
