How much philosophers would learn, if they would consent to read the poets! - Gaston Bachelard

True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams.

A creature that hides and “withdraws into its shell,” is preparing a “way out.” This is true of the entire scale of metaphors, from the resurrection of a man in his grave, to the sudden outburst of one who has long been silent. If we remain at the heart of the image under consideration, we have the impression that, by staying in the motionlessness of its shell, the creature is preparing temporal explosions, not to say whirlwinds, of being.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.