Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

May night continue to fall upon the orchestra

Surrealism is based on the belief in the omnipotence of dreams, in the undirected play of thought.

The pure playfulness of certain wholly whimsical portions of (Charles) Cros’s work should not obscure the fact that at the center of some of his most beautiful poems a revolver is leveled straight at us.

It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.