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
Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.
It is not a question of living dangerously. That formula is too arrogant, too presumptuous. I don't care much for bull-fighters. It's not the danger I love. I know what I love. It is life itself.
You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.
Straight ahead you can't go very far.
Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.
Night, when words fade and things come alive.
The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me...
Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.
If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
Using an artful tool does not make one a dry technician. It seems to me that people that are anxious about our technical advancement, confuse means and ends. Naturally a person that only works for material gain will not harvest something that is worth living for. But the machine is not an end in itself. The airplane is not an end. It is a tool. Just like the plough.
We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.
To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.