Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.
In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.
Beloved imagination, what I most like in you is your unsparing quality. There remains madness, ‘the madness that one locks up’, as it has aptly been described. That madness or another..
Children set off each day without a worry in the world. Everything is near at hand; the worst material conditions are fine. The woods are white or black, one will never sleep.
I could spend my whole life prying loose the secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a fault, and their naivety has no peer but my own.
