In contrast to a dream a reverie cannot be recounted. To be communicated, it must be written, written with emotion and taste, being relived all the more strongly because it is being written down. Here, we are touching the realm of written love. It is going out of fashion, but the benefits remain. There are still souls for whom love is the contact of two poetries, the fusion of two reveries.

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

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

One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

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!

For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?