Maxioms by Guillaume Apollinaire
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great read more
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great traditions, only it is full of life.
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of read more
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
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.