‘All our language is composed of brief little dreams; and the wonderful thing is that we sometimes make of them strangely accurate and marvelously reasonable thoughts. . .

‘What should we be without the help of that which does not exist? Very little. . . .

‘And our unoccupied minds would languish if fables, mistaken notions, abstractions, beliefs, and monsters, hypotheses, and the so-called problems of metaphysics did not people with beings and objectless images our natural depths and darkness. . .

Myths are the souls of our actions and our loves. We cannot act without moving towards a phantom. We can love only what we create.’
― Paul Valéry