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

Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.

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.

Any work of science, no matter what its point of departure, cannot become fully convincing until it crosses the boundary between the theoretical and the experimental: Experimentation must give way to argument, and argument must have recourse to experimentation.

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

Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.