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We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

Joy came always after pain.

Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.

In this mirror,
I am enclosed a live and real as you.
Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

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

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.

I had the courage to look backward
The ghosts of my days

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

Matisse renovates rather than innovates.

All the words I have to say have turned into stars.

Memory is a hunting horn
Its tone dies out along the wind.

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

Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.

Joy always came after pain.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Overhead in the Paris sky
Two airplanes fought it out one day
And one of them was my whole youth
The other was my days to come

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

II
I'm no longer myself in here
I know
I'm number fifteen in the eleventh
Row

I hate artists who are not of their time.

One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

Six mirrors keep staring at one another
("Monday rue Christine")

A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.

My blue mask as a God puts on his sky

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

How slow life is, how violent hope is.

Color is the fruit of life.

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

Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

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.

Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.

The domain of the imagination is reality.

Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in blood
It was and I'd rather not remember it was at beauty's decline

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.