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

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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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Death Greatness Media Myself News Pieces Sad Yourself
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Art Beautiful Fashion Hands Production Time Ugly
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
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
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
The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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Force Habit Learning Object Place Poet Position Soul Tragedy Visible World
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
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
One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Deep Mistake One Liner Oneself 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
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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Deep Lying One Liner Poet Talk Truth
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

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