A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.

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

Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.

From that moment onwards, our loathsome society rushed, like Narcissus, to contemplate its trivial image on a metallic plate. A form of lunacy, an extraordinary fanaticism took hold of these new sun-worshippers.

If photography is allowed to stand in for art in some of its functions it will soon supplant or corrupt it completely thanks to the natural support it will find in the stupidity of the multitude. It must return to its real task, which is to be the servant of the sciences and the arts, but the very humble servant, like printing and shorthand which have neither created nor supplanted literature.