Night, When Words Fade And Things Come

And That Heart Which Was A Wild Garden Was Given To Him Who Only Loved Trim Lawns. And The Imbecile Carried The Princess Into Slavery.

That's The Way They Are. You Must Not Hold It Against Them. Children Should Be Very Understanding Of Grown-ups.

You Become Responsible For A Long Time For What You've Tamed.

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!

For I Do Not Want Any One To Read My Book Carelessly. I Have Suffered Too Much Grief In Setting Down These Memories. Six Years Have Already Passed Since My Friend Went Away From Me, With His Sheep. If I Try To Describe Him Here, It Is To Make Sure That I Shall Not Forget Him. To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown-ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.