The words of the world want to make sentences.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.

When the image is new, the world is new.

In living off all the reflecting light furnished by poets, the I which dreams the reverie reveals itself not as poet but as poetizing I.

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!

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry.