It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.