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    The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: sad  book  read 
     
    Dreams have as much influence as actions.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: action  influence  dreams 
     
    Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: world  book 
     
    It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: artist 
     
    Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: language  poetry 
     
    In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: present  mental  reading 
     
    You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: poem  ideas 
     
    Paintings are painted with paint, not with ideas.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: ideas  painting 
     
    The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: sad  book  read 
     
    The reproach that superficial people formulate against Manet, that whereas once he painted ugliness, now he paints vulgarity, falls harmlessly to the ground, when we recognize the fact that he paints the truth.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: truth  people  facts 
     
    A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: soul  night 
     
    The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: world  beautiful  book 
     
    The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: work  poet 
     
    All thoughts emit a throw of dice
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: thoughts 
     
    Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: soul 
     
    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
    tags: seeing  ideas  rhyme 
     
    I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty-and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: beauty  lies  poetry 
     
    To define is to kill. To suggest is to create.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: reality  silence  job  poetry 
     
    Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: mystery  wishes  sacred 
     
    Poets don't finish poems, they abandon them.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: poem  poet 
     
    Dreams have as much influences as actions.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: action  influence  dreams 
     
    A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: chance 
     
    Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    The world exists to end up in a book.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: world  book 
     
    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
    In a museum in London there is an exhibit called "The Value of Man": a long coffinlike box with lots of compartments where they've put starch phosphorus flour bottles of water and alcohol and big pieces of gelatin. I am a man like that.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: men  value  alcohol  water 
     
    There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
    — Stephane Mallarme
    tags: beauty  friendship  live  lies  soul  body  mind  poetry 
     
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    stephane mallarme
    Birth    : March 18, 1842
    Death  : September 9, 1898
    Occupation  : Poet