The Flower You Single Out Is A

To Be A Man Is To Feel That One's Own Stone Contributes To Building The Edifice Of The World.

Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would Be A Little Too Easy If We Could Borrow Ready-made Souls.

One Can Be A Brother Only In Something. Where There Is No Tie That Binds Men, Men Are Not United But Merely Lined Up.

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.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.