The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
At all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.
The blank page gives us the right to dream.
Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.