A meter of green is greener than a centimeter.

When the physical organism breaks up, the soul survives. It then takes on another body.

Civilization is what makes you sick.

Night is here. All is at rest. My eyes close in order to see without actually understanding the dream that flees before men infinite space; and I experience the languorous sensation produced by the mournful procession of my hopes.

Seek art and abstraction in nature by dreaming in the presence of it.

And here in my isolation I can grow stronger. Poetry seems to come of itself, without effort, and I need only let myself dream a little while painting to suggest it.

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.