One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

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

Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.

The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.