Maxioms by Guillaume Apollinaire
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He read more
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew.
Joy always came after pain.
Joy always came after pain.
