We carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing this minute.
No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.
There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.
Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.
No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
No government fights fascism to destroy it. When the bourgeoisie sees that power is slipping out of its hands, it brings up fascism to hold onto their privileges.
The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history.
It is we the workers who built these palaces and cities here in Spain and in America and everywhere. We, the workers, can build others to take their place. And better ones! We are not in the least afraid of ruins.
It is a myth, not a mandate, a fable not a logic, and symbol rather than a reason by which men are moved.
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.