The Poet Begins Where The Man Ends.

All Life Is The Struggle, The Effort To Be Itself.

I Am I Plus My Circumstances.

The Surrealist Thinks He Has Outstripped The Whole Of Literary History When He Has Written (here A Word That There Is No Need To Write) Where Others Have Written "jasmines, Swans And Fauns." But What He Has Really Done Has Been Simply To Bring To Light Another Form Of Rhetoric Which Hitherto Lay Hidden In The Latrines.

Man Must Not Only Make Himself: The Weightiest Thing He Has To Do Is To Determine What He Is Going To Be. He Is Causa Sui To The Second Power.

Thinking Is The Desire To Gain Reality By Means Of Ideas.