Language Is The Source Of

My Life Is Very Monotonous," The Fox Said. "i Hunt Chickens; Men Hunt Me. All The Chickens Are Just Alike, And All The Men Are Just Alike. And, In Consequence, I Am A Little Bored.

True Love Is Visible Not To The Eyes But To The Heart, For Eyes May Be Deceived.

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

And The Little Prince Broke Into A Lovely Peal Of Laughter, Which Irritated Me Very Much. I Like My Misfortunes To Be Taken Seriously.

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.