This Grandiose Tragedy That We

I Think That The Sweetest Freedom For A Man On Earth Consists In Being Able To Live, If He Likes, Without Having The Need To Work.

I'm Going To Live Forever. Geniuses Don't Die.

The Connoisseur Does Not Drink Wine But Tastes Its Secrets

For Me, Love Must Be Ugly, Looks Must Be Divine, And Death Must Be Beautiful.

Instead Of Stubbornly Attempting To Use Surrealism For Purposes Of Subversion, It Is Necessary To Try To Make Of Surrealism Something As Solid, Complete And Classic As The Works Of Museums.