Maxioms by Guillaume Apollinaire
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.
Come to the edgeHe said. They said: We are afraid.Come to the edgeHe said. They came.He pushed them, andthey flew...
Come to the edgeHe said. They said: We are afraid.Come to the edgeHe said. They came.He pushed them, andthey flew...
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.