How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

If surrealism ever comes to adopt a particular line of moral conduct, it has only to accept the discipline that Picasso has accepted and will continue to accept.

I am the soul in limbo.

Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time

The invention of photography has dealt a mortal blow to the old modes of expression, in painting as well as in poetry, where automatic writing, which appeared at the end of the nineteenth century, is a true photography of thought. Since a blind instrument now assured artists of achieving the aim they had set themselves up to that time, they now aspired, not without recklessness, to break with the imitation of appearances.