“To me, you’re still nothing more than a little boy
who’s just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you.
And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I’m nothing more than a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other.
To me, you’ll be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world …”
“Men have no more time to understand anything.
They buy things all ready made at the shops.
But there’s no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship,
and so men have no friends any more.”
And then he added: “go and look again at the roses.
You’ll understand now that yours is unique in all the world.
Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.”
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
“You’re not at all like my rose,” he said.
“As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
You’re like my fox when I first knew him.
He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But I have made a friend, and now he’s unique in all the world.”
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you.
To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you
–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she’s more important
than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that I have watered;
because it is she that I have put under the glass globe;
because it is for her that I’ve killed the caterpillars
(except the two or three we saved to become butterflies);
because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled,
or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she is MY rose.”
And he went back to meet the fox.
“Goodbye” he said.
“Goodbye,” said the fox.
“And now here’s 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.”
-The Little Prince, 1942