The words of the world want to make sentences. – Gaston Bachelard
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. – Gaston Bachelard

The words of the world want to make sentences. – Gaston Bachelard
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. – Gaston Bachelard
Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls. – Gaston Bachelard
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. – Gaston Bachelard