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!

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

The only possible proof of the existence of water, the most convincing and the most intimately true proof, is thirst.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.

There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished for the attic of my boredom when the complications of life made me lose the very germ of freedom!

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