Max Jacob quotes:

Cubism is ... a picture for its own sake. Literary Cubism does the same thing in literature, using reality merely as a means and not as an end.

Friendship is inexplicable, it should not be explained if one doesn't want to kill it.

What is called a sincere work is one that is endowed with enough strength to give reality to an illusion.

The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.

Art is a game. Too bad for him who makes a duty of it.

Man is a venerating animal. He venerates as easily as he purges himself. When they take away from him the gods of his fathers, he looks for others abroad.