Those Who Live, Live Off

Before Our Eyes Is Fought A Battle Of Symbols... For There Can Be Theatre Only From The Moment When The Impossible Really Begins And When The Poetry That Occurs On The Stage Sustains And Superheats The Realized Symbols.

All True Language Is Incomprehensible, Like The Chatter Of A Beggar's Teeth.

With Society And Its Public, There Is No Longer Any Other Language Than That Of Bombs, Barricades, And All That Follows.

Written Poetry Is Worth Reading Once, And Then Should Be Destroyed. Let The Dead Poets Make Way For Others. Then We Might Even Come To See That It Is Our Veneration For What Has Already Been Created, However Beautiful And Valid It May Be, That Petrifies Us.

[defines A Madman As] A Man Who Preferred To Become Mad,in The Socially Accepted Sense Of The Word, Rather Than Forfeit A Certain Superior Idea Of Human Honor.