To Live Is To Feel Oneself Lost.

The Man Who Discovers A New Scientific Truth Has Previously Had To Smash To Atoms Almost Everything He Had Learnt, And Arrives At The New Truth With Hands Blood Stained From The Slaughter Of A Thousand Platitudes.

Men Play At Tragedy Because They Do Not Believe In The Reality Of The Tragedy Which Is Actually Being Staged In The Civilised World

I Am I Plus My Circumstances.

The Surrealist Thinks He Has Outstripped The Whole Of Literary History When He Has Written (here A Word That There Is No Need To Write) Where Others Have Written "jasmines, Swans And Fauns." But What He Has Really Done Has Been Simply To Bring To Light Another Form Of Rhetoric Which Hitherto Lay Hidden In The Latrines.

The Nineteenth Century, Utilitarian Throughout, Set Up A Utilitarian Interpretation Of The Phenomenon Of Life Which Has Come Down To Us And May Still Be Considered As The Commonplace Of Everyday Thinking. ... An Innate Blindness Seems To Have Closed The Eyes Of This Epoch To All But Those Facts Which Show Life As A Phenomenon Of Utility