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.

Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.

There is no original truth, only original error.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

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

Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.

The human being taken in his profound reality as well as in his great tension of becoming is a divided being, a being which divides again, having permitted himself the illusion of unity for barely an instant. He divides and then reunites.