For Me, The Single Word

The Mere Word Freedom Is The Only One That Still Excites Me. I Deem It Capable Of Indefinitely Sustaining The Old Human Fanaticism. It Doubtless Satisfies My Only Legitimate Aspiration. Among All The Many Misfortunes To Which We Are Heir, It Is Only Fair To Admit That We Are Allowed The Greatest Degree Of Freedom Of Thought. It Is Up To Us Not To Misuse It. To Reduce The Imagination To A State Of Slavery-even Though It Would Mean The Elimination Of What Is Commonly Called Happiness-is To Betray All Sense Of Absolute Justice Within Oneself.

How Small These Rescued Tides Appear! Earthly Delights Flow In Torrents. Each Object Offers Paradise.

Surrealism Does Not Allow Those Who Devote Themselves To It To Forsake It Whenever They Like. There Is Every Reason To Believe That It Acts On The Mind Very Much As Drugs Do; Like Drugs, It Creates A Certain State Of Need And Can Push Man To Frightful Revolts.

The Mind Which Plunges Into Surrealism, Relives With Burning Excitement The Best Part Of Childhood.

If I Place Love Above Everything, It Is Because For Me It Is The Most Desperate, The Most Despairing State Of Affairs Imaginable.