A Man With A Soul Is Not

The Light Of Memory, Or Rather The Light That Memory Lends To Things, Is The Palest Light Of All. I Am Not Quite Sure Whether I Am Dreaming Or Remembering, Whether I Have Lived My Life Or Dreamed It. Just As Dreams Do, Memory Makes Me Profoundly Aware Of The Unreality, The Evanescence Of The World, A Fleeting Image In The Moving Water.

Like All Revolutions, The Surrealist Revolution Was A Reversion, A Restitution, An Expression Of Vital And Indispensable Spiritual Needs.

A Civil Servant Doesn't Make Jokes.

It Is Not The Answer That Enlightens, But The Question.

The More I Try To Explain Myself, The Less I Understand Myself.