May night continue to fall upon the orchestra

Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express - verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner - the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by the thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern.

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.

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything. Between what I do recognize and what I do not recognize there stands myself. And what I do not recognize I shall continue not to recognize.

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

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.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.