I am alone so I dream of the being who has cured my solitude, who would be cured by solitudes. With its life, it brought me the idealizations of life, all the idealizations which give life a double, which lead life toward it summits, which make the dreamer too live by splitting.

Cosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state.

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

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

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

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.

The words of the world want to make sentences.