I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And

Without Poets, Without Artists, Men Would Soon Weary Of Nature's Monotony.

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.

One Can't Carry One's Father's Corpse About Everywhere.

Twentieth Pupil Of The Centuries Knows Its Stuff And Bird-changed This Century Like Jesus Climbs The Sky.