The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.

Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.

Air is the very substance of our freedom, the substance of superhuman joy.... aerial joy is freedom.

A pretext-not a cause-is sufficient for us to enter the "solitary situation", the situation of the dreaming solitude. In this solitude, memories arrange themselves in tableaux. Decor takes precedence over drama. Sad memories take on at least the peace of melancholy.

The blank page gives us the right to dream.

The house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace

Through imagination, thanks to the subtleties of the irreality function, we re-enter the world of confidence, the world of the confident being, which is the proper world for reverie.