The Cinema Is Death At Work.

Understand That Some Of Your Enemies Are Amongst Your Best Friends.

Such Is The Role Of Poetry. It Unveils, In The Strict Sense Of The Word. It Lays Bare, Under A Light Which Shakes Off Torpor, The Surprising Things Which Surround Us And Which Our Senses Record Mechanically.

The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds Is That Which Fails.

Since These Mysteries Exceed My Grasp, I Shall Pretend To Have Organized Them.

Art Is Science Made Flesh.