It Is Impossible For Me To Envisage

All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned For A Thing I Cannot Name.

Surrealism Will Usher You Into Death, Which Is A Secret Society. It Will Glove Your Hand, Burying Therein The Profound M With Which The Word Memory Begins.

Surrealism Does Not Allow Those Who Devote Themselves To It To Forsake It Whenever They Like. There Is Every Reason To Believe That It Acts On The Mind Very Much As Drugs Do; Like Drugs, It Creates A Certain State Of Need And Can Push Man To Frightful Revolts.

Words Have Finished Flirting. Now They Are Making Love.

When Will The Arbitrary Be Granted The Place It Deserves In The Formation Of Works And Ideas?