In The World We Live

May Night Continue To Fall Upon The Orchestra

A Work Of Art Has Value Only If Tremors Of The Future Run Through It.

In The World We Live In Everything Militates In Favor Of Things That Have Not Yet Happened, Of Things That Will Never Happen Again.

How I Loathe The Servitude People Try To Hold Up To Me As Being So Valuable. I Pity The Man Who Is Condemned To It, Who Cannot Generally Escape It, But It Is Not The Burden Of His Labor That Disposes Me In His Favor, It Is - It Can Only Be - The Vigor Of His Protest Against It.

Surrealism Is Based On The Belief In The Omnipotence Of Dreams, In The Undirected Play Of Thought.