Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

Man Does Not Fear Death, Only The Suffering.

There Were Three Of Us; Witkiewicz, Bruno Schulz, And Myself--the Three Muskateers Of The Polish Avant-garde Between The Wars. Only Witkiewicz Remains To Be Discovered.

Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.