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.

To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream.

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.

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

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

Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.

Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.