Nothing is forgotten in the processes of idealization. Reveries of idealization develop, not by letting oneself be taken in by memories, but by constantly dreaming the values of a being whom one would love. And that is the way a great dreamer dreams his double. His magnified double sustains him.

Very often, I confess, the teller of dreams bores me. His dream could perhaps interest me if it were frankly worked on. But to hear a glorious tale of his insanity! I have not yet clarified, psychoanalytically, this boredom during the recital of other people's dreams. Perhaps I have retained the stiffness of a rationalist. I do not follow the tale of justified incoherence docilely. I always suspect that part of the stupidities being recounted are invented.

One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.

Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.