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Even A Minor Event In The Life Of A Child Is An Event Of That Child's World And Thus A World Event.

Through Imagination, Thanks To The Subtleties Of The Irreality Function, We Re-enter The World Of Confidence, The World Of The Confident Being, Which Is The Proper World For Reverie.

The Cleverer I Am At Miniaturizing The World, The Better I Possess It.

Childhood Lasts All Through Life.

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest. The Repose Of The Night Does Not Belong To Us. It Is Not The Possession Of Our Being. Sleep Opens Within Us An Inn For Phantoms. In The Morning We Must Sweep Out The Shadows.