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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.

Jean Cocteau

A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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Artist Paint Photograph Poet Rare True
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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Deep Lying One Liner Poet Talk Truth
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
You have comfort. You don’t have luxury. And don’t tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.
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Comfortable Fear Luxury Money Play Reward
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
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
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Death Fear Love Myself People
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
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
The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Death Eyes Live
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
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
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

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