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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.

Jean Cocteau

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
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Control Feeling Myself
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Death Fear Love Myself People
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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Disappoint Experience Friendship Love Short
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
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
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
French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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Attitude Bad Identity Mood People Personality
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
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

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