Toujours, imaginer sera plus grand que vivre. - Gaston Bachelard

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

Every object in the world, loved for its own sake, has a right to its own nothingness. Every being pours out being, a little of its being, the shadow of its being, into its own non-being.

Well-determined centers of revery are means of communication between men who dream as surely as well-defined concepts are means of communications between men who think.