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!

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.

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

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

It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.