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 edge/ No, we will fall/ Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/
They came./ He pushed read more

Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/ Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/
They came./ He pushed them. And they flew.

Joy always came after pain.

Joy always came after pain.

A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.

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.

I hate artists who are not of their time.