we see well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.”

“Weren’t they happy, where they were?” “We are never happy where we are,” said the switchman.

“What is a ritual?” said the little prince. “It is also something really forgotten,” said the fox. “It is what makes one day different from the other days, one hour, from the other hours.

Language is source of misunderstandings.

“Only children know what they are looking for,”

If the hunters danced at any time, the days would look like every other, and I wouldn’t have any vacation.”

This water was something more than food. It was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, as a gift.

“The essential is invisible to the eyes,”

We might cry a little if we let ourselves be tamed…