In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
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.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.