Ideas Are Invented Only As Correctives To

One Doesn't Read Poetry While Thinking Of Other Things.

Ideas Are Refined And Multiplied In The Commerce Of Minds. In Their Splendor, Images Effect A Very Simple Communion Of Souls.

One Must Always Maintain One's Connection To The Past And Yet Ceaselessly Pull Away From It.

It Is A Poor Reverie Which Invites A Nap. One Must Even Wonder Whether, In This "failing Asleep", The Subconscious Itself Does Not Undergo A Decline In Being.

To Verify Images Kills Them, And It Is Always More Enriching To Imagine Than To Experience.