All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth..

Enough, I shall be understood in ten years by people who will be doing what you do today. Then my geysers will be known, my ice floes will be seen, t….

The fixation of the theater in one language--written words, music, lights, noises--betokens its imminent ruin..

Before our eyes is fought a battle of symbols... for there can be theatre only from the moment when the impossible really begins and when the poetry ….

The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its….

Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. T….

The theater, which is in no thing, but makes use of everything - gestures, sounds, words, screams, light, darkness - rediscovers itself at precisely ….

In our present state of degeneration it is through the skin that metaphysics must be made to re-enter our minds..

How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as i….

By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will ... now I choose the direction of my thought ….

A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination wo….

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose..

Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference..

The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our pow….

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell..

Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships..

The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way..

The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct..

We must believe in a sense of life renewed by the theater, a sense of life in which man fearlessly makes himself master of what does not yet exist, a….

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every ….

And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at t….