Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.
GASTON BACHELARDThere is no original truth, only original error.
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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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We understand nature by resisting it.
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If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
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We must listen to poets.
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A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath.
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We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
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The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
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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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The metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
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The blank page gives us the right to dream.
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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.
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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.
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Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
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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.
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