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

Joy came always after pain.

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

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

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.

My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!

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