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

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event.

Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.

The reverie we intend to study is poetic reverie. This is a reverie which poetry puts on the right track, the track an expanding consciousness follows. This reverie is written, or, at least, promises to be written. It is already facing the great universe of the blank page. Then images begin to compose and fall into place.

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

In contrast to a dream a reverie cannot be recounted. To be communicated, it must be written, written with emotion and taste, being relived all the more strongly because it is being written down. Here, we are touching the realm of written love. It is going out of fashion, but the benefits remain. There are still souls for whom love is the contact of two poetries, the fusion of two reveries.