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Jean Cocteau

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
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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Believe Deep Dreams Famous Poet
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
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
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
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Death Mirror See Yourself
Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
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Fast Move One Liner Philosophy Silence
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
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
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
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

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