All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.

It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.

Surrealism is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dreams, in the disinterested play of thought. It tends to ruin once and for all other psychic mechanisms and to substitute itself for them in solving all the principle problems of life.

Let us not mince words: the marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful.

Humor (is) the process that allows one to brush reality aside when it gets too distressing.

Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the word Memory begins.