Color Is The Fruit Of Life.

In This Mirror, I Am Enclosed A Live And Real As You. Imagine Angels And Not Like The Reflections.

Joy Came Always After Pain.

Artists Are, Above All, Men Who Want To Become Inhuman.

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.

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