A Man Has Many Parts, He Is

Where Are The People?” Resumed The Little Prince At Last. “it’s A Little Lonely In The Desert…” “it Is Lonely When You’re Among People, Too,” Said The Snake.

More Wisdom Is Latent In Things As They Are Than In All The Words Men Use.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

I Fly Because It Releases My Mind From The Tyranny Of Petty Things.

We Live Not By Things, But By The Meaning Of Things. It Is Needful To Transmit The Passwords From Generation To Generation.