One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.
—
The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupe’ry

You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One couldn’t die for you. Of course an ordinary
passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more
important than you altogether, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under
glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed
the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since’s she the one I listened to when
she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since
she’s my rose.
— The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupe’ry