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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Jean Cocteau

It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
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
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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Attitude Bad Identity Mood People Personality
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
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
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
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
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Forever God Infinity Mystery Ourselves
One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Deep Mistake One Liner Oneself Truth

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

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