Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?

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

In contrast to a dream a reverie cannot be recounted. To be communicated, it must be written, written with emotion and taste, being relived all the more strongly because it is being written down. Here, we are touching the realm of written love. It is going out of fashion, but the benefits remain. There are still souls for whom love is the contact of two poetries, the fusion of two reveries.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished for the attic of my boredom when the complications of life made me lose the very germ of freedom!

Happy is the man who knows or even the man who remembers those silent vigils where silence itself was the sign of the communion of souls!

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.