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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
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A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.

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Paintings are painted with paint, not with ideas.

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Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

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Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery.

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It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

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To define is to kill. To suggest is to create.

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Dreams have as much influences as actions.

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Poets don't finish poems, they abandon them.

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Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.

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