Artists Are, Above All, Men

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.

One Can't Carry One's Father's Corpse About Everywhere.

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.