Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Quote by Guillaume Apollinaire
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be...
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
Joy always came after pain.
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification...
I hate artists who are not of their time.
Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I...
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which...
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.