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Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.

Jean Cocteau

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Believe Explanation Luck
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Himself Poet Rose True
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Unique Work Yourself
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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Disappoint Experience Friendship Love Short
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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Character Dreams Friendship Habit Live Regret Stranger Surprise
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
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Acceptance Confession Happiness Hate Quite Secret Simplicity Try Understand
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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Drive Myself Name Poetry Simplicity Wait

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