Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.
Joy came always after pain.
The domain of the imagination is reality.
When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.
I don’t want to work. I want to smoke.
Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony.