Antoine de Saint-Exupery

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.

Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born. It would be a bit too easy if we could go about borrowing ready-made souls.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.