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