Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

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Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?

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There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there.

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Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.

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I have no friends, there are only people I love.

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Geniuses are like ocean liners: they should never meet.

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There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.

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Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.

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The painting of tomorrow will use the photographic eye as it has used the human eye.

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It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

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