Love Is When You Meet Someone Who

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 Is Based On The Belief In The Superior Reality Of Certain Forms Of Previously Neglected Associations, In The Omnipotence Of Dreams, In The Disinterested Play Of Thought. It Tends To Ruin Once And For All Other Psychic Mechanisms And To Substitute Itself For Them In Solving All The Principle Problems Of Life.

Trust In The Inexhaustible Character Of The Murmur.

It Is More Or Less A Given That Nothing Is Less Favorable To Clairvoyance Than The Bright Sun: Physical Light And Mental Light Coexist On Very Poor Terms.

What Is Admirable About The Fantastic Is That There Is No Longer Anything Fantastic: There Is Only The Real.