The Reverie Would Not Last If It

If We Did Not Have A Feminine Being Within Us, How Would We Rest Ourselves?

Love Is Never Finished Expressing Itself, And It Expresses Itself Better The More Poetically It Is Dreamed.

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

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest. The Repose Of The Night Does Not Belong To Us. It Is Not The Possession Of Our Being. Sleep Opens Within Us An Inn For Phantoms. In The Morning We Must Sweep Out The Shadows.

All Knowledge Is In Response To A Question. If There Were No Question, There Would Be No Scientific Knowledge. Nothing Proceeds From Itself.