A Throw Of The Dice Will Never

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

Everything That Is Sacred And That Wishes To Remain So Must Envelop Itself In Mystery.