Color is the fruit of life. — Guillaume Apollinaire

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

Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. — Guillaume Apollinaire

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. — Guillaume Apollinaire

When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it. — Guillaume Apollinaire

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

Come to the edge,’ he said. They said, ‘We are afraid.’ Come to the edge,’ he said. They came. He pushed them…and they flew. — Guillaume Apollinaire

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

I don’t want to work. I want to smoke. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Matisse renovates rather than innovates. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird–changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky. — Guillaume Apollinaire

One day/ One day I waited for myself/ I said to myself Guillaume it’s time you came/ So I could know just who I am/ I who know others. — Guillaume Apollinaire

All the words I have to say have turned into stars. — Guillaume Apollinaire

We cannot carry our father’s corpse with us everywhere we go. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Memory is a hunting horn Its tone dies out along the wind. — Guillaume Apollinaire

A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Come to the edgehe said. they said we are afraid.Come to the edgehe said. they came.he pushed them, andthey flew… — Guillaume Apollinaire

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. — Guillaume Apollinaire

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery. — Guillaume Apollinaire

How slow life is, how violent hope is. — Guillaume Apollinaire

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

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. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Paint with whatever material you please–with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers. — Guillaume Apollinaire

My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure! — Guillaume Apollinaire

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Joy came always after pain. — Guillaume Apollinaire

Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. — Guillaume Apollinaire