Joy came always after pain.
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.
Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
Joy always came after pain.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.