Guillaume Apollinaire Quotes
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To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
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The new painters do not propose, any more than did their predecessors, to be geometers. But it may be said that geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. Today, scholars no longer limit themselves to the three dimensions of Euclid. The painters have been lead quite naturally, one might say by intuition, to preoccupy themselves with the new possibilities of spatial measurement which, in the language of the modern studios, are designated by the term fourth dimension.
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Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
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My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!
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Joy always came after pain.
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Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.
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When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.
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Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.
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Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.
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Color is the fruit of life.
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Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure
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Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.
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I don't want to work. I want to smoke.
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Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.
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It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
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When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.
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I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death
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Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
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One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
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Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.
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Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
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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.
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The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
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Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.
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Matisse renovates rather than innovates.
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How slow life is, how violent hope is.
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Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
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People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.
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Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.
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A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
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