Guillaume Apollinaire

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

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.

Joy always came after pain.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.

A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.

I hate artists who are not of their time.

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.