Every Corner In A House, Every Angle

Two Half Philosophers Will Probably Never A Whole Metaphysician Make.

In Order To Dream So Far, Is It Enough To Read? Isn't It Necessary To Write? Write As In Our Schoolboy Past, In Those Days When, As Bonnoure Says, The Letters Wrote Themselves One By One, Either In Their Gibbosity Or Else In Their Pretentious Elegance? In Those Days, Spelling Was A Drama, Our Drama Of Culture At Work In The Interior Of A Word.

To Feel Most Beautifully Alive Means To Be Reading Something Beautiful.

It Is Through The Intentionality Of Poetic Imagination That The Poet's Soul Discovers The Opening Of Consciousness Common To All True Poetry.

An Excess Of Childhood Is The Germ Of A Poem.