There are reveries so deep, reveries which help us descend so deeply within ourselves that they rid us of our history. They liberate us from our name. These solitudes of today return us to the original solitudes.

We understand nature by resisting it.

There are reveries so deep, reveries which help us descend so deeply within ourselves that they rid us of our history. They liberate us from our name. These solitudes of today return us to the original solitudes.

Of course, any simplification runs the risk of mutilating reality; but it helps us establish perspectives.

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.

It will always be a fact that the woman is the person one idealizes, also the person who wishes his idealization.

So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.