Artists Are, Above All, Men Who Want

Cubism Is The Art Of Depicting New Wholes With Formal Elements Borrowed Not Only From The Reality Of Vision, But From That Of Conception.

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. Everything Would Break Up In Chaos. There Would Be No Seasons, No Civilization, No Thought, No Humanity; Even Life Would Give Way, And The Impotent Void Would Reign Everywhere.

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.

I Don't Want To Work. I Want To Smoke.