It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.
Despite its years, despite the age difference since my first reading, this book conquered me again. In part it's surely due to the fact that I'm very fond of it, but certainly it's also because its magic is timeless and ageless. My disenchanted grown up eyes were able to be enchanted again admiring the Rose, meeting the Fox, observing the starry desert sky.
I might call this book a prescription for happiness attached to it an infinite melancholy. And a very beautiful one.