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Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

Jean Cocteau

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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Artist Copy Job Order Original
Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
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Fast Move One Liner Philosophy Silence
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
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
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
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
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Deep Mistake One Liner Oneself Truth
You have comfort. You don’t have luxury. And don’t tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.
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Comfortable Fear Luxury Money Play Reward
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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Drive Myself Name Poetry Simplicity Wait
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth

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