When we are children, people show us so many things that we lose the profound sense of seeing... And just how could adults show us the world they have lost! They know; they think they know; they say they know.

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

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

There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished for the attic of my boredom when the complications of life made me lose the very germ of freedom!

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 would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.

Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.