Childhood lasts all through life.

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

All the senses awaken and fall into harmony in poetic reverie. Poetic reverie listens to this polyphony of the senses, and the poetic consciousness must record it.

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

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.

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.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.