Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.

In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.

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.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.

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

A work of art has value only if tremors of the future run through it.

The invention of photography has dealt a mortal blow to the old modes of expression, in painting as well as in poetry, where automatic writing, which appeared at the end of the nineteenth century, is a true photography of thought. Since a blind instrument now assured artists of achieving the aim they had set themselves up to that time, they now aspired, not without recklessness, to break with the imitation of appearances.