He Who Ceases To Learn Cannot Adequately

Sometimes, When I Am Tired Of So Many Oscillations, I Look For Refuge In A Word Which I Begin To Love For Itself. Resting In The Heart Of Words, Seeing Clearly Into The Cell Of A Word, Feeling That The Word Is The Seed Of A Life, A Growing Dawn... The Poet Vandercammen Says All That In A Line: "a Word Can Be A Dawn And Even A Sure Shelter."

Happy Is The Man Who Knows Or Even The Man Who Remembers Those Silent Vigils Where Silence Itself Was The Sign Of The Communion Of Souls!

The Poetic Image Is A Sudden Salience On The Surface Of The Psyche

The House Protects The Dreamer, The House Allows One To Dream In Peace

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest.