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After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

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It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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Art Conscious Deep Marriage Philosophy Spiritual
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
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
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
Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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Audacity Far Journey Yourself
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Art Past Religious Time
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
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
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 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
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
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Forever God Infinity Mystery Ourselves

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