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

The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.

The reverie we intend to study is poetic reverie. This is a reverie which poetry puts on the right track, the track an expanding consciousness follows. This reverie is written, or, at least, promises to be written. It is already facing the great universe of the blank page. Then images begin to compose and fall into place.

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest.

The house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace

For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?

The words of the world want to make sentences.