It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
One day One day I waited for myself I said to myself Guillaume it's time you came So I could know just who I… — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
Now and then it is good to just pause in our pursuit of happiness and be happy. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
“Six mirrors keep staring at one another ("Monday rue Christine")” — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
“Automn ill and adored You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries When it has snowed In the orchard trees Poor automn Dead in whiteness and riches Of snow and ripe fruits Deep in the sky The sparrow hawks cry Over the sprites with green hair dwarfs Who've never been loved Inthe far tree-lines The stags are groaning And… — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
