For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

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

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.

One must live to build one's house, and not build one's house to live in.

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

Perhaps it is even a good idea to stir up a rivalry between conceptual and imaginative activity. In any case, one will encounter nothing but disappointments if he intends to make them cooperate. The image can not provide matter for a concept. By giving stability to the image, the concept would stifle its life.