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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

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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Disappoint Experience Friendship Love Short
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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Myself Mystery Organization Pretend
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 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
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Beginning Born Death Deep Life Myself Perspective Rush Walk
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
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
Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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Appearance Better Delicate Discover Force Lose Yourself
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Inspirational Motivational Public Yourself
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Acceptance Rejection Youth
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
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
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
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Beautiful Myself See Talk Woman

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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