True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams.

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

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

Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists.

Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.

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.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.