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O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Alas, the flesh is weary, and I’ve read all the books (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
To give a purer sense to the words of the tribe (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Inert, all burns in the fierce hour (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Paintings are painted with paint, not with ideas (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Poetry is the language of a state of crisis (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
All thoughts emit a throw of dice (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Dreams have as much influences as actions (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Dreams have as much influence as actions (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
To define is to kill. To suggest is to create (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
The world exists to end up in a book (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
A throw of the dice will never abolish chance (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
You don’t make a poem with ideas, but with words (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation (Stephane Mallarme Quotes)