I feel the matter of my heart being transformed, metallized, in an optimism of steel.

The past is necessarily inferior to the future. That is how we wish it to be. How could we acknowledge any merit in our most dangerous enemy: the past, gloomy prevaricator, execrable tutor?

Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.

We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.

War, the World's Only Hygiene

We will glorify war-the world's only hygiene, milliterism, patriotism , the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman

We say that the world's magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.