Air is the very substance of our freedom, the substance of superhuman joy.... aerial joy is freedom.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak... It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.

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.

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

The human mind has claimed for water one of its highest values-the value of purity.