A poet knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

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

Perfection is when there is nothing left 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.

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

As an art form, Twitter is like poetry - every word counts.

La perfection est atteinte, non pas lorsqu'il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais lorsqu'il n'y a plus rien à retirer.

If you want to remember something, tweet it.

Tip for tweetstorms - write each tweet in such a way that it stands alone.

Every single tweet costs nothing and has the potential to reach the entire world.

It’s the best lottery ever made.

Twittering just seemed to be people telling other people what they were doing — getting in the shower, making coffee. Who on earth wanted to know these things?...Babble and twitter. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

A work is perfectly finished only when nothing can be added to it and nothing taken away.

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.