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