Book: The little Prince. Page 3

That's the guy that everyone would despise. Meanwhile, of them all he is one, in my opinion, not funny.
Maybe because he only thinks about himself?

Conceited people always seem to admire them all.

- You are beautiful, but empty, - he went on. For you do not want to die. Of course, the occasional passer-by, glancing at my rose, I will say that it is exactly the same as you. But to me it's one more than all of you. It is her, not you, I watered every day. Her, not you, was covered with a glass cover. It was blocking the screen, protecting from the wind. For her kill caterpillars, only two or three left to hatch butterflies. I listened as she complained and bragged about how I listened to her, even when she was silent. She's mine.

Look at it carefully, make sure to find this place, if ever you fall into the African desert. If you happen to pass here, I implore you, do not hurry, pausing slightly below this star! And if you will approach the little boy with Golden hair, if he would laugh loudly and did not answer your questions, you certainly will know who he is. Then - I beg you! - don't forget to comfort me in my grief, come email me that he returned...

Your rose is so dear to you because you gave her whole soul.

... I listened to her, even when she was silent... She's mine.

I'm sorry. Try to be happy!...

I didn't mean to hurt you. You yourself wanted me to tame you.

- I understand - said the Little Prince. But why do you always speak in riddles?
- I solve them all, ' said the serpent. And they were both silent.

- But do not linger like this! Decided to go away.
She didn't want the Little Prince saw her crying. It was a very proud flower.

Yes, Yes, I love you. My fault that you didn't know that.

Well, if you once had a friend, even if we must die.
(Good to have a friend, even if you will soon die.)

The earth is not easy! There are total one hundred and eleven kings (including, of course, and Negro), seven thousand geographers, nine hundred thousand businessmen, seven-and-a-half million drunkards, three hundred and eleven million ambitious - a total of about two billion grownups.

Kings don't own anything. They only reign.