Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature’s chief masterpiece is writing well.
What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.
Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
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.