I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

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

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.

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

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.

The only things you learn are the things you tame

When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes'?

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.

Clearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?

The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias.

Yeah, but most of the time I think being an adult is not all it's cracked up to be. I've always wanted to postpone growing up for as long as possible.

I grew up painting and playing piano so when I was a little kid I thought I was going to be an artist or a painter but my mom had me taking piano lessons for about 10-12 years as a young kid.

The way I've been brought up to is take critiques and turn them into positives in my game.

We're going to support the men and women of law enforcement.

I’m just not interested.” “Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.” … “Then how are you not interested.

I love playing a role where I think I'm right and then you learn you're not.

I like a cook who smiles out loud when he tastes his own work. Let God worry about your modesty; I want to see your enthusiasm.