Maxioms by Guillaume Apollinaire
Joy always came after pain.
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 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.
