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

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

Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.

And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.

It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

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.

Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.