The house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets.
The house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets.
Ah! there is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.