You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water…
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him: The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will — I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
Prince: What is essential is invisible to the eye.
You’re going to make a wonderful adult.
It is only with heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.