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Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

I Want To Perceive And Understand The Hidden Powers And Laws Of Things, In Order To Have Them In My Power.

Each Morning When I Awake, I Experience Again A Supreme Pleasure - That Of Being Salvador Dali.

Someone Like Myself, Who Claimed To Be A Real Madman, Living And Organized With A Pythagorean Precision.

In Order To Acquire A Growing And Lasting Respect In Society, It Is A Good Thing, If You Possess Great Talent, To Give, Early In Your Youth, A Very Hard Kick To The Right Shin Of The Society That You Love. After That, Be A Snob.