The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
GASTON BACHELARDA 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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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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One must live to build one’s house, and not build one’s house to live in.
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For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.
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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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Poetry is one of the destinies of speech… One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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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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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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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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The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
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The only possible proof of the existence of water, the most convincing and the most intimately true proof, is thirst.
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To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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There is no original truth, only original error.
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The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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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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