To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream.

The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.

Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?

He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.

Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists.

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.

What action could bodies and substances have if they were not named in a further increase of dignity where common nouns become proper nouns?