In Writing, You Discover Interior Sonorities In

A Pretext-not A Cause-is Sufficient For Us To Enter The "solitary Situation", The Situation Of The Dreaming Solitude. In This Solitude, Memories Arrange Themselves In Tableaux. Decor Takes Precedence Over Drama. Sad Memories Take On At Least The Peace Of Melancholy.

It Is Not A Question Of Observation Which Propels Mankind Forward As If Toward A Looking Glass Of Great Magnitude; It Is An Instance Of Aggrandized Reflection That Insinuates The Human Psyche To The Inhuman.

Perhaps It Is Even A Good Idea To Stir Up A Rivalry Between Conceptual And Imaginative Activity. In Any Case, One Will Encounter Nothing But Disappointments If He Intends To Make Them Cooperate. The Image Can Not Provide Matter For A Concept. By Giving Stability To The Image, The Concept Would Stifle Its Life.

What Action Could Bodies And Substances Have If They Were Not Named In A Further Increase Of Dignity Where Common Nouns Become Proper Nouns?

The Night Dreamer Cannot Articulate A Cogito. The Night Dream Is A Dream Without A Dreamer.