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Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.

Jean Cocteau

The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Creativity Inspirational Motivational World Yourself
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
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
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Forever God Infinity Mystery Ourselves
A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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Artist Paint Photograph Poet Rare 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
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Difficult Earth Live Serious
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Help Important Recognition
When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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Display Disturb Myself Paint Writing
The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.
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Creation Force Himself Language Live Manipulation People Poem Poet Understand
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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Fight Humor Intuition Mad Worst
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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Discipline Oneself Period Talk Theft
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art Artist Discussion Plant Talk Voice

Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.

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