Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger, comte de Saint-Exupérywas a French writer, poet, aristocrat, journalist, and pioneering aviator. He became a laureate of several of France's highest literary awards and also won the U.S. National Book Award. He is best remembered for his novella The Little Princeand for his lyrical aviation writings, including Wind, Sand and Stars and Night Flight...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth29 June 1900
CityLyon, France
CountryFrance
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True, it is evil that a single man should crush the herd, but see not there the worse form of slavery, which is when the herd crushes out the man.
I was too young to know how to love her.
For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.
Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.
Once you are my friend, I am responsible for you.
We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.
Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.
Perfection is not when there is no more to add, but no more to take away.
Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?
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.
On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.
All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.