Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
JEAN COCTEAUThe 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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If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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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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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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