Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

Of course, a psychologist would find it more direct to study the inspired poet. He would make concrete studies of inspiration in individual geniuses. But for all that, would he experience the phenomena of inspiration? His human documentation gathered from inspired poets could hardly be related, except from the exterior, in an ideal of objective observations. Comparison of inspired poets would soon make us lose sight of inspiration.

Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.

He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.

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