Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

I Became Bold Because I Had Absolutely Nothing To Lose: Neither Honors, Nor Earnings, Nor Friends. I Had To Find Myself Anew And Rely Only On Myself, Because I Could Rely On No One Else. My Form Is My Solitude.

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.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

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

To Contradict, Even In Little Matters, Is The Supreme Necessity Of Art Today.