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Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.

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
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
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art Artist Discussion Plant Talk Voice
Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
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Acceptance Deserve Oneself Reward Yourself
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Himself Poet Rose True
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 artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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Attitude Born Himself Mindset Wealth
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Light Ourselves Poetry Record Role Strict Surprise Word
Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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Funny Magic Miracle Ourselves Water
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
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

Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.

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