One of the best things about paintings is their silence - which prompts reflection and random reverie.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
It was still quiet in the house, and not a sound was heard from outside, either. Were it not for this silence, my reverie would probably have been disrupted by reminders of daily duties, of getting up and going to school.
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
Do anything rather than give yourself to reverie.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.