This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.

In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.

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

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.