We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection

The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

Written language must be considered as a particular psychic reality. The book is permanent; it is an object in your field of vision. It speaks to you with a monotonous authority which even its author would not have. You are fairly obliged to read what is written.

Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.

Thanks to his complex convictions, made strong with the forces of animus and anima, the alchemist believes he is seizing the soul of the world, participating in the soul of the world. Thus, from the world to the man, alchemy is a problem of souls.

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.