"It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war."
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"It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war."
"He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated."
"When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey."
"If France is to be judged, judge her not by the effects of her defeat but by her readiness to sacrifice herself."
"Perfection is reachednot when there's nothing to add, but when there's nothing to take away."
"What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered."
"Trying to be witty leads to lying, more or less."
"Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison."
"I am a fox", the fox said."
"Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens."
"Si quelqu'un veut un mouton, c'est la preuve qu'il en existe un. (If somebody wants a sheep, that is a proof that one exists.)"
"How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody."
"One must observe the proper rites."
"Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries."
"Grown ups are certainly very strange."
"When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing."
"What have you come to Earth for?' 'I'm having difficulties with a flower,' the little prince said. 'Ah!' said the snake. And they were both silent."
"Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!"