The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists.
He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.
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?
The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.