Quotes by Guillaume Apollinaire

"Come to the edge," he said.
"We can't, we're afraid!" they responded.
"Come to the edge," he said.
"We can't, We will fall!" they responded.
"Come to the edge," he said.
And so they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.

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.

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

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

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

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

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

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