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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

Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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Appearance Better Delicate Discover Force Lose Yourself
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
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
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
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Ability Health Laughter Sign Soul
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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Animal Cat Enjoyment Home Love Myself Soul Visible
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
A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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Artist Paint Photograph Poet Rare True
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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Children Mad Patience Poet Try
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
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
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
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
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Death Mirror See Yourself
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Creativity Inspirational Motivational World Yourself
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Art Beautiful Fashion Hands Production Time Ugly
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
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
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Inspirational Motivational Public Yourself
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Beginning Born Death Deep Life Myself Perspective Rush Walk
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Beautiful Myself See Talk Woman
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
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

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

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