When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like […]
I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer’s death. Guillaume Apollinaire
People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery. Guillaume Apollinaire
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony. Guillaume Apollinaire
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection. Guillaume Apollinaire
I had the courage to look backward The ghosts of my days. Guillaume Apollinaire
It’s raining my soul, it’s raining, but it’s raining dead eyes. Guillaume Apolinaire
How slow life is, how violent hope is. Guillaume Apolinaire
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I […]
Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be […]