"People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... Yet they don't find what they're looking for... And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose."
"Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away."
