Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away

Perfection is finally obtained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there’s no longer anything to take away. — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

Perfection is when there is nothing left to take away.

In anything at all, perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.

Il semble que la perfection soit atteinte non quand il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher.

Perfection is only achieved when there is nothing more that can be taken away rather then when there are things that can be added

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

The greatest poet hardly knows pettiness or triviality. If he breathes into any thing that was before thought small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe. He is a seer ... he is individual... he is complete in himself... the others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not.

A poet's purified truth can cause no pain, no offense. True art is above false honor.

To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of emotion — a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge.

A poet does not see or hear or feel things that others do not see or hear or feel. What makes a person a poet is the ability to recall what she has felt and seen and heard. And to relive it and describe it in such a way that others can then see and feel and hear again what they may have missed.

The real poet has the last line in mind when he writes his first.

The poet is individual — he is complete in himself: the others are as good as he; only he sees it, and they do not.