Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind. — Guillaume Apollinaire Horns Copy Share Image
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality. — Guillaume Apollinaire Art Copy Share Image
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. — Guillaume Apollinaire Character Copy Share Image
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. — Guillaume Apollinaire Art Copy Share Image
When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg. — Guillaume Apollinaire Computers Copy Share Image
Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. — Guillaume Apollinaire Art Copy Share Image
“Overhead in the Paris sky Two airplanes fought it out one day And one of them was my whole youth The other… — Guillaume Apollinaire Airplanes Copy Share Image
When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was… — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
“Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in blood It was and I'd rather not remember it was… — Guillaume Apollinaire Anguish 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
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… — Guillaume Apollinaire Courage Copy Share Image
