We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.

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

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.

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.

As [John Heartfield] was playing with the fire of appearance, reality took fire around him... The scraps of photographs that he formerly manoeuvred for the pleasure of stupification, under his fingers began to signify.

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.