Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.
I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.
I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.