It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.
When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.