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Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!

Gaston Bachelard

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
Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
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Growth Space Tree
For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?
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Cosmos End Face Function Imagination Man
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
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Gift Mindset Soul Time
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
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
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Creation Desire Difference Man Need
The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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Better Clever Myself Possession World
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
We must listen to poets.
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Listening One Liner Poet
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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Desire Poet Reading Temptations Writing
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.
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Childhood Cosmos Happiness Human Man Peace Solitude Son World
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.
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Distance Edge Imagination Live Past Soul Time Universe
Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
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Dedication Dream Green Imagination Meadow River
To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
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Expression Life Live Oneself Philosophy Poor Understand
He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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Accurate Learning Properly Teaching
Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.
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Dreamer Infinity Transportation World

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