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

Jean Cocteau

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Deep Mirror One Liner Reflection Thinking
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted
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
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Unique Work Yourself
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Help Important Recognition
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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Discipline Oneself Period Talk Theft
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
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Alcohol Comfortable Drugs Escape Lying Man Moments Myth Seek
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
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

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

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