Childhood lasts all through life.

The blank page gives us the right to dream.

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.

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?

Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.

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

To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.