Color Is The Fruit Of Life.

Joy Came Always After Pain.

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.

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.