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
Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.
It is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys.
The one thing that matters is the effort.
Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?
No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.
Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?
Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.
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.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.
My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored.