On the rare occasions when our dreams succeed and achieve perfection - most dreams are bungled - the are symbolic chains of scene and images in place of a narrative poetic language; they circumscribe our experiences or expectations or situations with such poetic boldness and decisiveness that in the morning we are always amazed when we remember our dreams.

And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.

My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth inside out into the light.

Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.

History is nothing more than the belief in the senses, the belief in falsehood.

If a man wishes to rid himself of a feeling of unbearable oppression, he may have to take hashish.

Exhaustion is the shortest way to equality and fraternity.