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

In writing, you discover interior sonorities in words. Dipthongs sound differently beneath the pen. One hears them with their sounds divorced.

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

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

Baudelaire writes: In certain almost supernatural inner states, the depth of life is entirely revealed in the spectacle, however ordinary, that we have before our eyes, and which becomes the symbol of it." Here we have a passage that designates the phenomenological direction I myself pursue. The exterior spectacle helps intimate grandeur unfold.

The psychology of the alchemist is that of reveries trying to constitute themselves in experiments on the exterior world. A double vocabulary must be established between reverie and experiment. The exaltation of the names of substances is the preamble to experiments on the "exalted" substances.