The poetic image exists apart from causality.

Nothing is forgotten in the processes of idealization. Reveries of idealization develop, not by letting oneself be taken in by memories, but by constantly dreaming the values of a being whom one would love. And that is the way a great dreamer dreams his double. His magnified double sustains him.

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

When the image is new, the world is new.

To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.