In living off all the reflecting light furnished by poets, the I which dreams the reverie reveals itself not as poet but as poetizing I.

Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.

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

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

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.

In our view any awareness is an increment to consciousness, an added light, a reinforcement of psychic coherence. Its swiftness or instantaneity can hide this growth from us. But there is a growth of being in every instance of awareness. Consciousness is in itself an act, the human act.

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