Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.

Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.

Perhaps it is even a good idea to stir up a rivalry between conceptual and imaginative activity. In any case, one will encounter nothing but disappointments if he intends to make them cooperate. The image can not provide matter for a concept. By giving stability to the image, the concept would stifle its life.

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

Happy is the man who knows or even the man who remembers those silent vigils where silence itself was the sign of the communion of souls!

By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.

Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.