A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

As for the military advantage of such a bombardment, I simply cannot grasp it. I have seen housewives disemboweled, children mutilated; I have seen the old itinerant market crone sponge from her treasure the brains with which they were spattered. I have seen a janitor's wife come out of her cellar and douse the sullied pavement with a bucket of water, and I am still unable to understand what part these humble slaughterhouse accidents play in warfare.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, Shall be unique in all the world.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

But in the machine of today we forget that motors are whirring: the motor, finally, has come to fulfill its function, which is to whirl as a heart beats - and we give no thought to the beating of our heart. Thus, precisely because it is perfect the machine dissembles its own existence instead of forcing itself upon our notice.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

But silence continued in the layers of the earth, and this density that I could feel at my shoulders continued harmonious, sustained, unaltered through eternity. I lay there pondering my situation, lost in the desert, and in danger, naked between sky and sand and stars, withdrawn by too much silence from the poles of my life.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry