In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.

If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself, but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.

The theater, which is in no thing, but makes use of everything - gestures, sounds, words, screams, light, darkness - rediscovers itself at precisely the point where the mind requires a language to express its manifestations.... To break through language in order to touch life is to create or recreate the theatre.

Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.

The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.