Stephane Mallarme Quotes

There is only beauty—and it has only one perfect expression, poetry.

A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.

As for Himself at last eternity changes him.

Bestow a purer sense on the language of the horde.

White night of icicles and bitter snow!

Telling a painter that he must take nature as it is is like telling a virtuoso that he can sit on the piano.

The flesh is sad, alas! and I’ve read all the books.

Poetry is an expression, through human language restored to its essential rhythm, of the mysteriousness of existence; it endows our life with authenticity and constitutes our only spiritual task.

The virgin, the vibrant and the beautiful today.