Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. Guillaume Apollinaire More Quotes by Guillaume Apollinaire More Quotes From Guillaume Apollinaire A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature. Guillaume Apollinaire elements architecture nature In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections. Guillaume Apollinaire angel real reflection To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality. Guillaume Apollinaire purity personality art The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. Guillaume Apollinaire unity purity truth One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere. Guillaume Apollinaire corpses father Joy always came after pain. Guillaume Apollinaire pain joy Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky. Guillaume Apollinaire sky bird jesus People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery. Guillaume Apollinaire mystery criticism people Matisse renovates rather than innovates. Guillaume Apollinaire matisse renewal Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers. Guillaume Apollinaire paint paper cards It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes. Guillaume Apollinaire eye soul rain Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. Guillaume Apollinaire plastic order art I hate artists who are not of their time. Guillaume Apollinaire i-hate hate artist Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Guillaume Apollinaire artist order art We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go. Guillaume Apollinaire corpses live-in-the-present father Come to the edgeHe said. They said We are afraid.Come to the edgeHe said. They came.He pushed them, andthey flew... Guillaume Apollinaire
