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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Jean Cocteau

Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
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Death Expression Life Love Oneself Training
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
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
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
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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Believe Deep Dreams Famous Poet
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
The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
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
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
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Ability Health Laughter Sign Soul
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
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Acceptance Confession Happiness Hate Quite Secret Simplicity Try Understand
The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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Force Habit Learning Object Place Poet Position Soul Tragedy Visible World

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