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

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

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

The new painters do not propose, any more than did their predecessors, to be geometers. But it may be said that geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. Today, scholars no longer limit themselves to the three dimensions of Euclid. The painters have been lead quite naturally, one might say by intuition, to preoccupy themselves with the new possibilities of spatial measurement which, in the language of the modern studios, are designated by the term fourth dimension.

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

Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit.