And the roses were very much embarrased.
"You are beutiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One would not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you - the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."
And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye" he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple seret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essetial is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.