It is a poor reverie which invites a nap. One must even wonder whether, in this "failing asleep", the subconscious itself does not undergo a decline in being.

Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.

To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream.

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

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.

The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.

By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.