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… — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
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
