'Go again at the roses. You will understand that yours is' unique in the world. Then come back to say goodbye, I'll give you' a secret. " The little prince went away 'again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose, yet you are nothing," he said. "No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox. It was not a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I have made my friend and now it 'for me unique in the world. "And the roses were very much embarrassed." You are beautiful, but you are empty, "she said again." You can not' die for you. Certainly, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, but she, she alone, and 'more' important than all of you, because it 's you that I have watered. 'Cause you that I have put under the glass globe. 'Cause you that I have sheltered behind the screen. 'Cause on you I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies). 'Cause I heard she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes remain silent. 'Cause my rose. "And back' to the fox." Goodbye, "he said.
" Goodbye, "said the fox." Here is my secret. It 's very simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. The essential 'invisible to the eye. "" What is essential and' invisible to the eye ", he repeats 'the little prince, to remember." It' s the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so 'important'. "It 's the time I have wasted for my rose ..." I whispered' the little prince to remember. "Men have forgotten this truth '.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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