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You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Jean Cocteau

Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
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
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
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
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
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 artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
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
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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Funny Magic Miracle Ourselves Water
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
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
The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Death Eyes Live

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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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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