Stephane MallarmeThe world exists to end up in a book. ✨ Encrypted by Alex Ross, www.newyorker.com. April 11, 2016.341ReadingSadness
Stephane MallarmeYou don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.378Thought
Stephane MallarmeEvery soul is a melody which needs renewing.378Humor
Stephane MallarmeTo define is to kill. To suggest is to create.367Reflection
Stephane MallarmeAll thoughts emit a throw of dice301Thought
Stephane MallarmeI 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.313Philosophy
Stephane MallarmeThe world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.281Reading
Stephane MallarmeIt is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.315Truth
Stephane MallarmeEverything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.295Reading
Stephane MallarmeA throw of the dice will never abolish chance. ✨ 1914 Title of poem, in Cosmopolis, May.3210Love
Stephane MallarmeAs for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul. ✨ Letter to Henri Cazalis, Ma… ▶221DeathLove
Stephane MallarmeEverything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery.255Love
Stephane MallarmeDreams have as much influences as actions.244Death
Stephane MallarmeThe flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books. ✨ 1887 'Brise marine', in Poe sies, Du Parnasse Contemporain (1893).267ReadingSadness
Stephane MallarmeA 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.204HopeLove
Stephane MallarmeIn reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation.171ReadingThoughtTime
Stephane MallarmeIt is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.141Reflection
Stephane MallarmeThe poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.132Thought
Stephane MallarmeThe pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.177Thought
Stephane MallarmeThere 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.… ▶1310LoveThought
