Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it

There is no moral virtue in being endowed with genius rather than talent: It is a gift of the gods or the luck of the genes.

A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin

Virtue practiced to be seen is not real virtue; vice which fears to be seen is real vice

A man possesses talent; genius possesses the man.