A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
And the fox said to the little prince: men have forgotten this truth, but you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.