We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection

Baudelaire writes: In certain almost supernatural inner states, the depth of life is entirely revealed in the spectacle, however ordinary, that we have before our eyes, and which becomes the symbol of it." Here we have a passage that designates the phenomenological direction I myself pursue. The exterior spectacle helps intimate grandeur unfold.

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

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

A pretext-not a cause-is sufficient for us to enter the "solitary situation", the situation of the dreaming solitude. In this solitude, memories arrange themselves in tableaux. Decor takes precedence over drama. Sad memories take on at least the peace of melancholy.

There is no original truth, only original error.

Childhood lasts all through life.