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Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.

Jean Cocteau

The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
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
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
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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Character Dreams Friendship Habit Live Regret Stranger Surprise
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
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
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
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
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
The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Light Ourselves Poetry Record Role Strict Surprise Word

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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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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