The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.

We believe we can also show that words do not have exactly the same psychic "weight" depending on whether they belong to the language of reverie or to the language of daylight life-to rested language or language under surveillance-to the language of natural poetry or to the language hammered out by authoritarian prosodies.

The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.

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

The blank page gives us the right to dream.

Here we are at the very core of the thesis we wish to defend in the present essay: reverie is under the sign of the anima. When the reverie is truly profound, the being who comes to dream within us is our anima. For a philosopher who takes his inspiration from phenomenology, a reverie on reverie is very exactly a phenomenology of the anima, and it is by coordinating reveries on reverie that he hopes to constitute a "Poetics of reverie". In other words, the poetics of reverie is a poetics of the anima.

Happy is the man who knows or even the man who remembers those silent vigils where silence itself was the sign of the communion of souls!