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

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

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.

Joy came always after pain.

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