I don't want to work. I want to smoke.
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
Joy always came after pain.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.