No One Who Has Lived

Past And Future Monopolize The Poet’s Sensory And Intellectual Faculties, Detached From The Immediate Spectacle. These Two Philtres Become Utterly Clear The Moment One Stops Being Hypnotized By The Cloudy Precipitate Constituted By The World Of Today.

I Love You On The Surface Of Seas Red Like The Egg When It Is Green

If Surrealism Ever Comes To Adopt A Particular Line Of Moral Conduct, It Has Only To Accept The Discipline That Picasso Has Accepted And Will Continue To Accept.

Of All Those Arts In Which The Wise Excel, Nature's Chief Masterpiece Is Writing Well.

Keep Reminding Yourself That Literature Is One Of The Saddest Roads That Leads To Everything.