"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."
　　I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands.
When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was
buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever
even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret
in the depths of its heart...
　　"Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars, the desert-- what gives them
their beauty is something that is invisible!"
　　"I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."
　　As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking
once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very
fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth.