Paul Valery
Paul Valery
Ambroise-Paul-Toussaint-Jules Valérywas a French poet, essayist, and philosopher. In addition to his poetry and fiction, his interests included aphorisms on art, history, letters, music, and current events. Valéry was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 12 different years...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 October 1871
CountryFrance
passion tension
What one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.
sorry men giving
Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.
beautiful writing path
Follow the path of your aroused thought, and you will soon meet this infernal inscription: There is nothing so beautiful as that which does not exist.
reality hands wells
My hand feels touched as well as it touches; reality says this, and nothing more.
abandoned finished
Poems are never finished - just abandoned
attitude reality judging
Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses, more ingeniously than the attitude of pronouncing upon our fellows.
strong stupidity suits
Stupidity is not my strong suit.
eye reflection irritation
In the eyes of those lovers of perfection, a work is never finished a word that for them has no sense but abandoned; and this abandonment, whether to the flames or to the public (and which is the result of weariness or an obligation to deliver) is a kind of an accident to them, like the breaking off of a reflection, which fatigue, irritation, or something similar has made worthless.
mean law affection
It is a law of nature that we defend ourselves from one affection only by means of another.
photography eye thanks
Thanks to photography, the eye grew accustomed to anticipate what it should see and to see it; and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly.
art poetry harmony
The power of verse stems from an indefinable harmony between when it says and what it is.
stupid love-is together
Love is acting stupid together.
numbers soul use
It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.
avant-garde things-change
Everything changes but the avant-garde.