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Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

Jean Cocteau

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
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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Poison Reading Remove Temptation Writing Yourself
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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Character Dreams Friendship Habit Live Regret Stranger Surprise
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
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
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
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
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Best Friendship God Lost Mercy Myself
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
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
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
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

Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

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