The Little Prince-11/30

The Little Prince-11/30

　　Today, I have a meeting in our department.

　　I sincerely hope that all of my department members can do better and improve their own abilities.

　　All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You – you alone – will have the stars as no one else has them…

　　In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… You – only you – will have stars that can laugh…

　　If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, “Somewhere, my flower is there…” But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened… And you think that is not important!

　　The stars are beautiful， because of a flower that cannot be seen。

　　My flower is ephemeral， and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world。 And I have left on my planet， all alone!

　　The people have no imagination。 They repeat whatever one says to them… On my planet I had a flower; She always was the first to speak…

　　It is your own fault， I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…… but now you are going to cry! Then it has done you no good at all!

　　Men have not more time to understand anything。 They buy things already made at the shops。 But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship， and so men have no friends any more

　　What moves me so deeply， about this little prince who is sleeping here， is his loyalty to a flower – the image of a rose that shine through his whole being like the flame of a lamp， even when he is asleep…