"The desert is beautiful," the little prince added.
And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams....
"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well." - P116
I had drunk the water. I breathed easily. At sunrise the sand is the color of honey. And that honey color was making me happy, too. What brought me, then, this sense of grief? - P121
But he interrupted me. "Now you must work. You must return to your engine. I will be waiting for you here. Come backtomorrow evening..."
But I was not reassured. I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed....... - P122