Why Work? The Gods Are There To

In Order To Produce Something New, You Have To Return To The Original Source, To The Childhood Of Mankind.

In Art There Are Only Two Types Of People: Revolutionaries And Plagiarists

Today One Can Dare Anything, And, Furthermore, Nobody Is Surprised.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

I Shut My Eyes In Order To See.