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Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.

Jean Cocteau

It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Deep Mirror One Liner Reflection Thinking
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
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
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
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
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
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
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
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
When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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Display Disturb Myself Paint Writing
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
It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Difficult Earth Live Serious
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Art Lying Preference Reality

Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.

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