We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.

By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.

Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection

The image can only be studied through the image, by dreaming images as they gather in reverie. It is a non-sense to claim to study imagination objectively since one really receives the image only if he admires it. Already in comparing one image to another, one runs the risk of losing participation in its individuality.

Of course, any simplification runs the risk of mutilating reality; but it helps us establish perspectives.