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. – Guillaume Apollinaire
Now and then its good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. – Guillaume Apollinaire
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman. – Guillaume Apollinaire
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. – Guillaume Apollinaire
Mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man–yesterday in embryo, tomorrow a mummy or ashes. So for the hairsbreadth of time assigned to thee, live rationally, and part with life cheerfully, as drops the ripe olive, extolling the season that bore it and the tree that matured it. – Marcus Antonius