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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

Jean Cocteau

Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Deep Mirror One Liner Reflection Thinking
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
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Inspirational Motivational Public Yourself
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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Deep Lying One Liner Poet Talk Truth
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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Animal Cat Enjoyment Home Love Myself Soul Visible
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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Achievement Elegant Hope Life Live Poetry
Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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Appearance Better Delicate Discover Force Lose Yourself
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Beautiful Myself See Talk Woman
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
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
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
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
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Best Friendship God Lost Mercy Myself

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