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
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. – Guillaume Apollinaire
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. – Guillaume Apollinaire
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman. – Guillaume Apollinaire
Always observe how ephemeral and worthless human things are. Pass then through this little space of time conformably to nature, and end thy journey in content, just as an olive falls off when it is ripe, blessing nature who produced it, and thanking the tree on which it grew. – Marcus Aurelius