One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
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.
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.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.