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What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.

Jean Cocteau

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
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
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Art Beautiful Fashion Hands Production Time Ugly
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
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Artist Cost Material Money Movie
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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Death Greatness Media Myself News Pieces Sad Yourself
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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Choice Death Kill Option Save Torture
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
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
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
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

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