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And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

Jean Cocteau

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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Achievement Elegant Hope Life Live Poetry
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
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Acceptance Confession Happiness Hate Quite Secret Simplicity Try Understand
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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Deep Difference History Illusion Myth Mythology Perspective Reality Truth
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
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
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
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
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
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
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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Children Mad Patience Poet Try
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Animal Count Horse Speed Wasted

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

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And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

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