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We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Jean Cocteau

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
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
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 extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
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 know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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Deep Lying One Liner Poet Talk Truth
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
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
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Ability Health Laughter Sign Soul
An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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Artist Copy Job Order Original
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

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