Wine transforms moles into eagles.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.

Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.