We Must Listen To Poets.

To Disappear Into Deep Water Or To Disappear Toward A Far Horizon, To Become Part Of Depth Of Infinity, Such Is The Destiny Of Man That Finds Its Image In The Destiny Of Water.

When The Image Is New, The World Is New.

We Are Never Real Historians, But Always Near Poets, And Our Emotion Is Perhaps Nothing But An Expression Of A Poetry That Was Lost.

Why Should The Actions Of The Imagination Not Be As Real As Those Of Perception?

Daydream Transports The Dreamer Outside The Immediate World To A World That Bears The Mark Of Infinity.