"Yes," said I to the little prince, "whether it be the house, the stars or the desert, what makes their beauty invisible!

"I am satisfied," he said, "that you agree with my fox."

As the little prince fell asleep, I took him in my arms, and set off again. I was touched. It seemed to me to carry a fragile treasure. It even seemed to me that there was nothing more fragile on Earth. In the light of the moon I looked at that pale brow, those closed eyes, the locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: "What I see here is only a bark. The most important is invisible ... »

As his half-opened lips were half-smiling, I said to myself: "What moves me so strongly about this little prince asleep is his fidelity to a flower, it is the image of a rose Radiates in him like the flame of a lamp, even when he sleeps ... "And I guessed it even more fragile. It is necessary to protect the lamps: a gust of wind can extinguish them ...

And, walking thus, I discovered the well at dawn.

XXV

"Men," said the little prince, "they go into the rapids, but they do not know what they are looking for." Then they move and turn in circles ...

And he added: