My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure! Guillaume Apollinaire More Quotes by Guillaume Apollinaire More Quotes From Guillaume Apollinaire Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. Guillaume Apollinaire positive happiness life 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. Guillaume Apollinaire courage fear fall 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. Guillaume Apollinaire knowing doe men Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit. Guillaume Apollinaire artist civilization fall Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind. Guillaume Apollinaire hunting wind memories Joy came always after pain. Guillaume Apollinaire pain joy Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Guillaume Apollinaire life I don't want to work. I want to smoke. Guillaume Apollinaire smoke want work 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 heart love men Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman. Guillaume Apollinaire want men art One day/ Guillaume Apollinaire one-day who-i-am time Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. Guillaume Apollinaire inspiring men art How slow life is, how violent hope is. Guillaume Apollinaire violent life-is 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 vision reality art 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. Guillaume Apollinaire intuition today art Color is the fruit of life. Guillaume Apollinaire fruit colour color When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg. Guillaume Apollinaire machines doe men 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. Guillaume Apollinaire men civilization art I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death Guillaume Apollinaire wander pleasure joy Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. Guillaume Apollinaire artist men ideas
