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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.

Jean Cocteau

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
The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Help Important Recognition
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
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
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
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
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
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 have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
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Difference Follow Myself Road Room
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art Artist Discussion Plant Talk Voice
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter

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