You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

We are all born marked for evil.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.

Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true.