It is possible. On earth one sees all sorts of things.
There's a flower... I think she has tamed me.
Please --- tame me!
One only understands the things that one tames. Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready-made at the shops. But there's no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no firends anymore. If you want a friend, tame me...
I want to, very much. But I've not much time. I've friends to discover, and a great may things to understand.
You must be very patient. First you'll sit down at a little distance from me -- like that -- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you'll sit a little closer to me, every day...
What must i do, to tame you?
Goodbye. And now here's my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Men have forgotten this truth. But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..