Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.

It has frequently been said that we never desire what we think absolutely inapprehensible: it is however true that some of our sharpest agonies are those in which the object of desire is regarded as both possible and imaginary.