Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.

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.

Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.

The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.

Happy is the man who knows or even the man who remembers those silent vigils where silence itself was the sign of the communion of souls!

In order to dream so far, is it enough to read? Isn't it necessary to write? Write as in our schoolboy past, in those days when, as Bonnoure says, the letters wrote themselves one by one, either in their gibbosity or else in their pretentious elegance? In those days, spelling was a drama, our drama of culture at work in the interior of a word.

One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.