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

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

I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green

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

It will in the end, be admitted that everything, in effect is an image and that the least object which has no symbolic role assigned to it is capable of standing for absolutely anything.

I maintain that anyone who still refuses to see, for instance, a horse galloping on a tomato, must be an idiot. A tomato is also a child's balloon - Surrealism, again, having suppressed the word "like."

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.