Guillaume Apollinaire

One day/_x000D_ One day I waited for myself/_x000D_ I said to myself Guillaume it's time you came/_x000D_ So I could know just who I am/_x000D_ I who know others.

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

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

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.

To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.

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

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure_x000D_ _x000D_ Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

How slow life is, how violent hope is.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

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.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death