Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.

There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.

Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.

As if one could do what one wanted with one's own body!

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.

The painting of tomorrow will use the photographic eye as it has used the human eye.

That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.