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It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.

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
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
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
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
One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Deep Mistake One Liner Oneself Truth
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
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
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
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Difference Follow Myself Road Room
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
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
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Inspirational Motivational Public Yourself
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter

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