Art is not a mirror held up to society, but a hammer with which to shape it.
More quotes by Vladimir Mayakovsky
On the pavement
of my trampled soul
the steps of madmen
weave the prints of rude crude words.
If you wish,
I shall grow irreproachably tender:
not a man, but a cloud in trousers!
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