Dada is a state of mind.

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

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

Artistic imagination must remain free. It is by definition free from any fidelity to circumstances, especially to the intoxicating circumstances of history.

Dada is a state of mind.

My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.