You explain nothing, O poet, but thanks to you all things become explicable.
Paul Louis Charles Claudel (1868 - 1955)
Source: La Ville, 1897, act I
Contributed by: Zaady
The words I use Are everyday words and yet are not the same! You will find no rhymes in my verse, no magic. There are your very own phrases.
Source: La Muse Qui Est la Grace, 1910
When man tries to imagine Paradise on earth, the immediate result is a very respectable Hell.
Source: Conversations dans le Loir-et-Cher, 1929
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