Each Man Must Look To

Confuse Not Love With The Raptures Of Possession, Which Bring The Cruellest Of Sufferings. For, Notwithstanding The General Opinion, Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

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

Using An Artful Tool Does Not Make One A Dry Technician. It Seems To Me That People That Are Anxious About Our Technical Advancement, Confuse Means And Ends. Naturally A Person That Only Works For Material Gain Will Not Harvest Something That Is Worth Living For. But The Machine Is Not An End In Itself. The Airplane Is Not An End. It Is A Tool. Just Like The Plough.

For There Is But One Problem - The Problem Of Human Relations. We Forget That There Is No Hope Or Joy Except In Human Relations.

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.