Don’t be fooled by your own wisdom.
Man is profoundly dependent on the reflection of himself in another man’s soul, be it even the soul of an idiot.
I didn’t go to the lectures. My valet, who was more distinguished than I, went instead.
The difference between western and eastern intellectuals is that the former have not been kicked in the ass enough.
Foolishness is a twin sister of wisdom.
A universal style is one that knows how to embrace lovingly those not quite developed.
To contradict, even in little matters, is the supreme necessity of art today.
I am reading Sienkiewicz. What tormenting reading. What a powerful genius! And there never was such a first-rate writer of the second-rate class.
Wherever I see some mystique, be it virtue or family, faith or fatherland, there I must commit some indecent act.
Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.
I am a collection of the family’s body parts.
Man does not fear death, only the suffering.
There were three of us; Witkiewicz, Bruno Schulz, and myself – the three muskateers of the Polish avant-garde between the wars. Only Witkiewicz remains to be discovered.
It is in the prime of youth that man sinks into empty phrases and grimaces. It’s in this smithy that our maturity is forged.
Our element is unending immaturity.
You, oh mature ones, keep company solely with other mature ones, and your maturity is so mature that it can only chum up with maturity!
Not surprisingly, because too much attention to one object leads to distraction, this one object conceals everything else, and when we focus on one point on the map we know that all other points are eluding us.
Beauty beheld in solitude is even more lethal.
Any artist who respects himself ought to be, and in every sense of the term, an emigre.
A brilliant liar; he has total recall.
Great poetry must be admired, because it is great and because it is poetry, and so we admire it.