We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.
Joy came always after pain.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.