What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.Profound0
All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.Children, Birthday, Age0
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children– although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:
To Leon Werth
When he was a little boy