No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

Words make love with one another.

Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.