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

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

Nothing that surrounds us is object, all is subject.

There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.

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.

At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.

For me, the single word "God" suggests everything that is slippery, shady, squalid, foul, and grotesque.