To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I have always wagered against God and I regard the little that I have won in this world as simply the outcome of this bet. However paltry may have been the stake (my life) I am conscious of having won to the full. Everything that is doddering, squint-eyed, vile, polluted and grotesque is summoned up for me in that one word: God!

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

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 simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down into the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd.

How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.

When will the arbitrary be granted the place it deserves in the formation of works and ideas?

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.