At The End Of The Day, We

There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter

Surrealism Is The Magical Surprise Of Finding A Lion In A Wardrobe, Where You Were 'sure' Of Finding Shirts.

I Must Fight With All My Strength So That The Little Positive Things That My Health Allows Me To Do Might Be Pointed Toward Helping The Revolution. The Only Real Reason For Living.

Nothing Is Worth More Than Laughter. It Is Strength To Laugh And To Abandon Oneself, To Be Light. Tragedy Is The Most Ridiculous Thing.

I Wish I Could Do Whatever I Liked Behind The Curtain Of “madness”. Then: I’d Arrange Flowers, All Day Long, I’d Paint; Pain, Love And Tenderness, I Would Laugh As Much As I Feel Like At The Stupidity Of Others, And They Would All Say: “poor Thing, She’s Crazy!” (above All I Would Laugh At My Own Stupidity.) I Would Build My World Which While I Lived, Would Be In Agreement With All The Worlds. The Day, Or The Hour, Or The Minute That I Lived Would Be Mine And Everyone Else’s - My Madness Would Not Be An Escape From “reality”.