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There Exists A Black Kingdom Which The Eyes Of Man Avoid Because Its Landscape Fails Signally To Flatter Them. This Darkness, Which He Imagines He Can Dispense With In Describing The Light, Is Error With Its Unknown Characteristics. Error Is Certainty's Constant Companion. Error Is The Corollary Of Evidence. And Anything Said About Truth May Equally Well Be Said About Error: The Delusion Will Be No Greater.

The Vice Named Surrealism Is The Immoderate And Impassioned Use Of The Stupefacient Image Or Rather Of The Uncontrolled Provocation Of The Image For Its Own Sake And For The Element Of Unpredictable Perturbation And Of Metamorphosis Which It Introduces Into The Domain Of Representation; For Each Image On Each Occasion Forces You To Revise The Entire Universe.

Everything That Is Not Me Is Incomprehensible.

Can The Knowledge Deriving From Reason Even Begin To Compare With Knowledge Perceptible By Sense?

And There Are Loners In Rural Communities Who, At The Equinox, Are Said To Don New Garments And Stroll Down To The Cities, Where Great Beasts Await Them, Fat And Docile.