The Little Prince

I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons...

You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...

"Children," I say plainly, "watch out for the baobabs!"

n consequence, there were good seeds from good plants, and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness, until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward toward the sun.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.