The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest.

It will always be a fact that the woman is the person one idealizes, also the person who wishes his idealization.

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

In our life as a civilized person in the industrial age, we are invaded by objects; how could an object have a "force" when it no longer has individuality?

Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

The best proof of the specificity of the book is that it is at once a reality of the virtual and a virtuality of the real.