"But you are innocent and true, and you come from a star..."
The little prince made no reply.
"You move me to pity, you are so weak on this Earth made of granite. I can help you, someday, if you grow too homesick for your own planet. I can..."
"Oh! I understand you very well. But why do you always speak in riddles?"
"I solve them all."

And they were both silent.