A. G. Gaston Quotes

The reflected world is the conquest of calm.

A book is always an emergence above everyday life. A book is expressed life and thus is an addition to life.

He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.

Are people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

...the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: “It’s the ghost!

The philosophy of poetry must acknowledge that the poetic act has no past, at least no recent past, in which its preparation and appearance could be followed.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

That's the value of a college education... I don't know anywhere in the world where you can make an investment and make that kind of return.

Reflection increases the vigor of the mind, as exercise does the strength of the body.

To judge of the real importance of the individual, we should think of the effect his death would produce.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.

The human mind has claimed for water one of its highest values-the value of purity.

All the senses awaken and fall into harmony in poetic reverie. Poetic reverie listens to this polyphony of the senses, and the poetic consciousness must record it.

At all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.

To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.

For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection

Of course, any simplification runs the risk of mutilating reality; but it helps us establish perspectives.

The metaphor is~ an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.

The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.

To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream.

In writing, you discover interior sonorities in words. Dipthongs sound differently beneath the pen. One hears them with their sounds divorced.

Air is the very substance of our freedom, the substance of superhuman joy.... aerial joy is freedom.

A man is a man to the extent that he is a superman. A man should be defined by the sum of those tendencies which impel him to surpass the human condition.

One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.

The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.

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!

What action could bodies and substances have if they were not named in a further increase of dignity where common nouns become proper nouns?

It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry.

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.

In our life as a civilized person in the industrial age, we are invaded by objects; how could an object have a "force" when it no longer has individuality?

In living off all the reflecting light furnished by poets, the I which dreams the reverie reveals itself not as poet but as poetizing I.

The poetic image exists apart from causality.

Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists.

The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche

The number of students participating in A.P. has more than doubled in 10 years, and today almost 15,000 U.S. schools offer A.P. courses.

My problem is not that I don't want to play, it's that I don't want to live!

The opera ghost really existed

Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind

Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead." - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.

I am an honest girl, M. le Vicomte de Chagny, and I don't lock myself up in my dressing-room with men's voices.

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.

Erik ! Erik! I saved your life! Remember!You were sentenced to death! But for me, you would be dead now!

As long as [our] independence is not achieved, it remains to be achieved.

Never spit in a lion's face when you've got your hand in his mouth.

Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.