To me， you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys。 And I have no need of you。 And you， on your part， have no need of me。 To you， I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes。 But if you tame me， then we shall need each other。 To me， you will be unique in all the world。 To you， I shall be unique in all the world.

Success is built on a culture of continuous learning and adaptation.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.

To write is to listen—to the voices within and the world outside.