You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: french
- Born: June 29, 1900
- Died: July 31, 1944
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