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The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

Jean Cocteau

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
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
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Art Artist Bad Fame Give Up Reward Success
Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth
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
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
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
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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Fight Humor Intuition Mad Worst
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
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Fast Move One Liner Philosophy Silence
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
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
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Art Lying Preference Reality
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Death Live Myself Teaching Try
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 reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

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