A. G. Gaston Quotes
We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
The best proof of the specificity of the book is that it is at once a reality of the virtual and a virtuality of the real.
Erik: Are you very tired? Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead. Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.
It is our hope that the AP program can serve as an anchor for increasing rigor in our schools. Rigor can be maintained while increasing student participation.
Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.
Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.
None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom, or indifference over his inward joy.
Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn't really our solitude.
Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.
A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath.
Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.
Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.
True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams.
A ghost who, on the same evening, carries off an opera-singer and steals twenty-thousand francs is a ghost who must have his hands very full!
why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
Human nature is so weak that the honest men who have no religion make me fret with their perilous virtue, as rope-dancers with their dangerous equilibrium.
Since we are exposed to inevitable sorrows, wisdom is the art of finding compensation.
The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.
It will always be a fact that the woman is the person one idealizes, also the person who wishes his idealization.
