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
Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.
Perhaps creativity is fumbling that dance step, or driving the chisel the wrong way into the stone.
Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?
War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.
A goal without a pan is just a wish.
In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.
I saw the sunset forty-four times!
He who would travel happy must travel lite.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Perfection is reachednot when there's nothing to add, but when there's nothing to take away.
The soldier's body becomes a stock of accessories that are not his property.
If France is to be judged, judge her not by the effects of her defeat but by her readiness to sacrifice herself.
Treason implies responsibility for something, control over something, influence upon something, knowledge of something. Treason in our time is a proof of genius. Why, I want to know, are not traitors decorated?
The essential is invisible to the eyes.