'The men where you live,' said the little prince, 'grow five thousand roses in the same garden ... and they do not find what they are looking for ...'

- It was as sweet as a festival treat. This water was something entirely different from ordinary nourishment. It was born from the walk under the stars, the singing of the pulley and the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a gift.

 'Yes,' I said t the little prince, 'be it a house, the stars or the desert, the source of their beauty cannot be seen!'

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

'The stars are beautiful because of a flower one cannot see ...'

'It is good to have had a friend, even if one is going to die. I am very happy to have a fox as a friend ...'

'If I had fifty-three minutes to spend,' said the little prince, 'Iwould walk very slowly towards a spring of fresh water ...'

'No one is ever satisfied where he is,' said the signalman.