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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 public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
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Art Artist Bad Fame Give Up Reward Success
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.
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Creation Force Himself Language Live Manipulation People Poem Poet Understand
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
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
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
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Creativity Inspirational Motivational World Yourself
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
JEAN COCTEAU

Discipline Oneself Period Talk Theft
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
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
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
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Death Live Myself Teaching Try
Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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Animal Dog Hope Performance Poetry Religion Service Training

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