In principle, I am against principles.

Dada is not modern at all, it is rather a return to a quasi-Buddhist religion of indifference. Dada puts an artificial sweetness onto things, a snow of butterflies coming out of a conjurer's skull. Dada is stillness and does not understand the passions.

Art is not the most precious manifestation of life. Art has not the celestial and universal value that people like to attribute to it. Life is far more interesting.

Let us try for once not to be right.

Thought is made in the mouth.

You'll never know why you exist, but you'll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.

Everyone dances to his own personal boomboom.