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Danh ngôn của Gaston Bachelard (Sứ mệnh: 4)

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.
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.