Henri Michaux Quotes & Sayings

You can love a woman. To admire her is hard. You are not dealing with something important. — Henri Michaux

It is preferable not to travel with a dead man. — Henri Michaux

It is almost an intellectual tradition to pay heed to the insane. In my case those that I most respect are the morons. — Henri Michaux

The bird's delirium does not interest the trees. — Henri Michaux

He who hides his madman, dies voiceless. — Henri Michaux

Nothing is the speed limit of thought. — Henri Michaux

It came to me late, as an adult, the desire to draw and participate in the world of lines. — Henri Michaux

The Surrealist supernatural is a bit predictable but given the choice between supernatural and anything else, I would have no hesitation. Long live supernatural! — Henri Michaux

The Sorbonne should be razed and Chris Marker put in its place. — Henri Michaux

There is not one self. There are not ten selves. There is no self. ME is only a position in equilibrium. (One among a thousand others, continually possible and always at the ready.) An average of "me's," a movement in the crowd. In the name of many, I sign this book. — Henri Michaux

He who knows how to shave the razor, will know how to erase the eraser. — Henri Michaux

The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it. — Henri Michaux

He who doesn't know anger doesn't know anything. He doesn't know the immediate. — Henri Michaux

A man who knows neither how to travel nor how to keep a journal has put together this travel journal. But at the moment of signing he is suddenly afraid. So he casts the first stone. Here. — Henri Michaux

I do not know how to make poems — Henri Michaux

With your faults, dont hurry. Dont correct them thoughtlessly. What would you put in their place? — Henri Michaux

On the edge of a tropical ocean, in a thousand reflections of the silver light of an invisible moon, among undulations of restless waters, ceaselessly changing ...
Among silent breakers, the tremors of the shining surface, in the swift flux and reflux martyrizing the patches of light, in the rendings of luminous loops and arcs, and lines, in the occultations and reappearances of dancing bursts of light being decomposed, recomposed, contracted, spread out, only to be re-distributed once more before me, with me, within me, drowned, and unendurably buffeted, my calm violated a thousand times by the tongues of infinity, oscillating, sinusoidally overrun by the multitude of liquid lines. enormous with a thousand folds, I was and I was not, I was caught, I was lost, I was in a state of complete ubiquity. The thousands upon thousands of rustlings were my own thousand shatterings. — Henri Michaux

One can paint with two colors, and draw with one. Three, or four at most, have for centuries been enough men. — Henri Michaux

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels — Henri Michaux