Cut off from his religious, metaphysical and transcendental roots, man is lost; all his actions become senseless, absurd, useless.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
Woe betide the man who refuses to conform.
Like all revolutions, the surrealist revolution was a reversion, a restitution, an expression of vital and indispensable spiritual needs.
A nose that can see is worth two that sniff.
The critic should describe, and not prescribe.
