The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished for the attic of my boredom when the complications of life made me lose the very germ of freedom!
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!
