"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..."
"They don't find it," I answered.
"And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water.."
"Of course," I answered.
And the little prince added , "But eyes are blind. You have to look with heart."
What moves me so deeply about this sleeping little prince is his loyalty to a flower-the image of a rose shining within him like the flame within a lamp, even when he's asleep...