Good Men Make Good Rhinoceroses, Unfortunately.

Only The Ephemeral Is Of Lasting Value.

To Tear Ourselves Away From The Everyday, From Habit, From Mental Laziness Which Hides From Us The Strangeness Of Reality, We Must Receive Something Like A Real Bludgeon Blow.

A Work Of Art Is Above All An Adventure Of The Mind.

It's Not A Certain Society That Seems Ridiculous To Me, It's Mankind.

A Person Who Has Not Completely Lost The Memory Of Paradise, Even Though It Is A Faint One, Will Suffer Endlessly. He Will Feel The Call Of The Essential World, Will Hear The Voice That Comes From So Far Away That One Cannot Find Out Where It Comes From, A Voice That Cannot Guide Him.