We Only Serve As A Model For

The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be Taken Off.

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

In Exiling Myself I Am Not Exiling A Monster, But A Man Whom Society Will Not Allow To Live, Since It Considers One Of The Mysterious Cogs In God's Masterpiece To Be A Mistake.

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.