Words, In Their Distant Past,

One Must Always Maintain One's Connection To The Past And Yet Ceaselessly Pull Away From It.

The Great Function Of Poetry Is To Give Back To Us The Situations Of Our Dreams.

How Is It Possible Not To Feel That There Is Communication Between Our Solitude As A Dreamer And The Solitudes Of Childhood? And It Is No Accident That, In A Tranquil Reverie, We Often Follow The Slope Which Returns Us To Our Childhood Solitudes.

A House That Has Been Experienced Is Not An Inert Box. Inhabited Space Transcends Geometrical Space.

Reverie Is Not A Mind Vacuum. It Is Rather The Gift Of An Hour Which Knows The Plenitude Of The Soul.