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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.)

Truth Is Not That Which Is Demonstrable But That Which Is Ineluctable.

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

And They Heard The Roaring Thunder Of A Third Brilliantly Lighted Express. "are They Pursuing The First Travelers?" Demanded The Little Prince. "they Are Pursuing Nothing At All," Said The Switchman. "they Are Asleep In There, Or If They Are Not Asleep They Are Yawning. Only The Children Are Flattening Their Noses Against The Windowpanes." "only The Children Know What They Are Looking For," Said The Little Prince. "they Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry..." "they Are Lucky," The Switchman Said.