Guillaume Apollinaire

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes. ”

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. ”

Joy always came after pain. ”

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. ”

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. ”

I hate artists who are not of their time. ”

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg. ”