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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

Jean Cocteau

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
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
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Believe Explanation Luck
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
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
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
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
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
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
After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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Poison Reading Remove Temptation Writing Yourself
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
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
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom

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