Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.

To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.

The purpose of art is mystery.

Those who become entangled in these false ideas are prevented from perceiving the Integral Oneness.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.