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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

We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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Fight Humor Intuition Mad Worst
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.
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Creation Force Himself Language Live Manipulation People Poem Poet Understand
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
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
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Creativity Inspirational Motivational World Yourself
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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Believe Deep Dreams Famous Poet
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
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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