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A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

Gaston Bachelard

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.
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Awake Consciousness Fall Harmony Poetic Record
Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life… Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.
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Adult Animation Childhood Finding Life Permanent Return
Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
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Description Object Slave Subject
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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Conscious Listening Oneself Truth
Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
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Dreams Expression Love Poet
A book is a human fact; a great book like Seraphita gathers together numerous psychological elements. These elements become coherent through a sort of psychological beauty. It does the reader a service.
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Beautiful Book Fact Greatness Human Reading Service Togetherness
The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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Character Known Ourselves Progress
Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
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Comparison Diminish Quality Term
There are reveries so deep, reveries which help us descend so deeply within ourselves that they rid us of our history. They liberate us from our name. These solitudes of today return us to the original solitudes.
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Help History Liberty Name Original Ourselves Return Solitude Spiritual
To disappear into deep water or to disappear toward a far horizon, to become part of depth of infinity, such is the destiny of man that finds its image in the destiny of water.
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Destiny Disappear Finding Infinity Nature Water
It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.
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Better Final Live Oneself State
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.
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Dreams Fiction Greatness Ourselves Poetry Situation
Through imagination, thanks to the subtleties of the irreality function, we re-enter the world of confidence, the world of the confident being, which is the proper world for reverie.
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Confidence Function Imagination Proper Thankful World
There is no original truth, only original error.
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Errors Original Truth
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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Childhood Fire Flare Forgot Ourselves
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
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Blank Dreams Empty Ourselves Page Right Word

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

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