I could not distinguish one modern work of art from another, but he taught me the difference between surrealism, cubism and abstract art,

I was mad of course and still am, but harmless, I passed for harmless, that's a good one. Not of course that I was really mad, just strange, a little strange, and with every passing year a little stranger, there can be few stranger creatures going about than me at the present day.

I am the soul in limbo.

The mind which plunges into Surrealism, relives with burning excitement the best part of childhood.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.