The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

It's madness

to hate all roses

because you got scratched with one thorn,

to give up all dreams

because one of them didn't come true,

to give up all attempts

because one of them failed.

It's folly to condemn all your friends

because one has betrayed you,

to no longer believe in love

just because someone was unfaithful

or didn't love you back,

to throw away all your chances to be happy

because something went wrong.

There will always be another opportunity,

another friend,

another love,

a new strength.

For every end,

there is always a new beginning.....

And now here is my secret,

a very simple secret:

It is only with the heart

that one can see rightly;

what is essential is invisible to the eye.