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.

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.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection

The image can only be studied through the image, by dreaming images as they gather in reverie. It is a non-sense to claim to study imagination objectively since one really receives the image only if he admires it. Already in comparing one image to another, one runs the risk of losing participation in its individuality.

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

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.

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