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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.

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Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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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.
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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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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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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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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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