To write well, to have style ... is to paint. The master faculty of style is therefore the visual memory. If a writer does not see what he describes-countrysides and figures, movements and gestures-how could he have a style, that… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share Image
“La Nebuleuse is a poem of lovely & deep perspective, where, symboloized by artless beings, are seen the successive generations of men following each… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
“The little girl expects no declaration of tenderness from her doll. She loves it, & that's all. It is thus that we should love.” — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
Science is the only truth and it is the great lie. It knows nothing, and people think it knows everything. It is misrepresented. People… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
“Those men who live with the greatest intensity are often the ones who seem to take least interest in life.” — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
“The man of genius may dwell unknown, but one always may recognize the path he has followed into the forest. It was a giant… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
Nothing exists except by virtue of a disequilibrium, an injustice. All existence is a theft paid for by other existences; no life flowers except… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
Money is the sign of liberty. To curse money is to curse liberty- to curse life, which is nothing, if it be not free. — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
“It is a communion at once mystic & real, in the guise of metal. Money which is liberty, is also fecundation. It is the… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
Since art is the expression of beauty and beauty can be understood only in the form of the material elements of the true idea… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
“Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.” — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share
