The human being taken in his profound reality as well as in his great tension of becoming is a divided being, a being which divides again, having permitted himself the illusion of unity for barely an instant. He divides and then reunites.

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

To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

Whoever lives for poetry must read everything. How often has the light of a new idea sprung for me from a simple brochure! When one allows himself to be animated by new images, he discovers iridescence in the images of old books. Poetic ages unite in a living memory. The new age awakens the old. The old age comes to live again in the new. Poetry is never as unified as when it diversifies.

Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.

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

The human mind has claimed for water one of its highest values-the value of purity.