Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

The night is still waiting.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

Life eats life to live.

Death swallows death.

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

In urge to modern don't slip much that you can't find yourself someday & die in confusion or end up in doing rubbish. Fly but by realizing your root.

Even one day lost in misery is a great loss, for the day will never come back again. You lose 24 hours of happiness, joy & bliss. Live each day in happiness.

Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.

I was probably cool around the end of 2002.

There is one straight chain of truth without one heretical sentence in that which I have written.

I did exhibitions with the Surrealists (in Paris, in 1929) because their attitude revolted against 'art' and their attitude toward life itself was wise, as was Dada's.

The Creator is not a careless mechanic.

Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.

Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.

a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries