"Men," said the little prince, "set out on their way in express trains, but they do not know what they are looking for. Then they rush about, and get excited, and turn round and round..."And he added:
“小家伙，你太不公道了。我畴昔只会画开着肚皮和闭着肚皮的巨蟒。”
"The men where you live," said the little prince, "raise five thousand roses in the same garden― and they do not find in it what they are looking for.""They do not find it," I replied.
"It is not worth the trouble..."The well that we had come to was not like the wells of the Sahara. The wells of the Sahara are mere holes dug in the sand. This one was like a well in a village. But there was no village here, and I thought I must be dreaming...
"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."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 "You must keep your promise," said the little prince, softly, as he sat down beside me once more.
“你画的狐狸……它那双耳朵……有点像羊犄角……并且又太长了！”
And once again, without understanding why, I had a queer sense of sorrow.