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Jean Cocteau

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
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
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Control Feeling Myself
Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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Appearance Better Delicate Discover Force Lose Yourself
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Unique Work Yourself
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 joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Beginning Born Death Deep Life Myself Perspective Rush Walk
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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Attitude Born Himself Mindset Wealth

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