Under His (marc Chagall, Ed.) Sole Impulse

I Have Always Been Amazed At The Way An Ordinary Observer Lends So Much More Credence And Attaches So Much More Importance To Waking Events Than To Those Occurring In Dreams... Man...is Above All The Plaything Of His Memory.

Perhaps I Am Doomed To Retrace My Steps Under The Illusion That I Am Exploring, Doomed To Try And Learn What I Should Simply Recognize, Learning A Mere Fraction Of What I Have Forgotten.

...with The End Of My Breath, Which Is The Beginning Of Yours.

The Mind Which Plunges Into Surrealism, Relives With Burning Excitement The Best Part Of Childhood.

If I Place Love Above Everything, It Is Because For Me It Is The Most Desperate, The Most Despairing State Of Affairs Imaginable.