The most effective way of destroying art is the canonization of one given form. And one philosophy.

Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.

The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.

Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number.

The speed of her tongue is not correctly calculated; the speed per second of her toungue should be slightly less than the speed per second of her thoughts -at any rate not the reverse.

The flame will cool tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.... But someone must see this already today, and speak heretically today about tomorrow. Heretics are the only (bitter) remedy against the entropy of human thought.