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 Copy Share Image
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… — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
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… — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
In reading, a lonely quiet concert is given to our minds; all our mental faculties will be present in this symphonic exaltation. — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give,… — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
“...for we are always at one with the instrument of our magic spells.” — Stéphane Mallarmé Copy Share Image
“exiled spirits, red as the spotless toe of a seraph spread with scarlet by the shame of rumpled dawns” — Stéphane Mallarmé Copy Share Image
The reproach that superficial people formulate against Manet, that whereas once he painted ugliness, now he paints vulgarity, falls harmlessly to the ground, when… — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall… — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself. — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
