"DADA kisses in the spring water and its kisses must be the contact of water with fire," Picabia, Philosophical Dada, 1920"

"I had just turned off a narrow passageway onto a deserted street in an old district of Paris, a street that would have difficulty accommodating two-way traffic. The concrete and granite on both sides ran high, as the facades of apartment buildings or walls that led to courtyards. A white-haired man was walking away from me down the middle street…."Excuse me, sir," I said with a voice that was loud enough to reach him".