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

Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.

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

In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

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.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

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