Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists.

By following "the path of reverie"-a constantly downhill path-consciousness relaxes and wanders-and consequently becomes clouded. So it is never the right time, when one is dreaming, to "do phenomenology."

We understand nature by resisting it.

The best proof of the specificity of the book is that it is at once a reality of the virtual and a virtuality of the real.

The human being taken in his profound reality as well as in his great tension of becoming is a divided being, a being which divides again, having permitted himself the illusion of unity for barely an instant. He divides and then reunites.

Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.

Actually, however, life begins less by reaching upward, than by turning upon itself. But what a marvelously insidious, subtle image of life a coiling vital principle would be! And how many dreams the leftward oriented shell, or one that did not conform to the rotation of its species, would inspire!