Wars Have Never Hurt Anybody Except The

It Is Mostly With Your Blood, Gala That I Paint My Pictures

[i Am A] Contradictory And Paradoxical Man.

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

Every Morning Upon Awakening, I Experience A Supreme Pleasure: That Of Being Salvador Dali, And I Ask Myself, Wonderstruck, What Prodigious Thing Will He Do Today, This Salvador Dali.

I Seated Ugliness On My Knee, And Almost Immediately Grew Tired Of It.