The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.

What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.

France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me. To-day I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity - I belong to the earth!

To paint is to love again, and to love is to live life to the fullest.