Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.
A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.
Cut off from his religious, metaphysical and transcendental roots, man is lost; all his actions become senseless, absurd, useless.
I look out the chair while eating my pillow. I open the wall, I walk with my ears. I have ten eyes to walk with and two fingers to look with. I put my head on the floor to sit down, I put my bottom on the ceiling. After eating the music box, I spread jam on the rug for a great dessert.
Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.
A nose that can see is worth two that sniff.
You can only predict things after they have happened.
Politics separate men by bringing them together only superficially. Art and culture unite us in a common anguish that is our only possible fraternity, that of our existential and metaphysical community.
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.
Often, alas, the most detestable kind of bourgeois is the anti-bourgeois kind of bourgeois.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
Woe betide the man who refuses to conform.
Culture cannot be separated from politics. The arts, philosophy and metaphysics, religion and the sciences, constitute culture. Politics are the science or art of organizing our relationships to allow for the development of life in society.
Like all revolutions, the surrealist revolution was a reversion, a restitution, an expression of vital and indispensable spiritual needs.
We have not the time to take our time.
I've always been suspicious of collective truths.
Living is abnormal.
