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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

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
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Alcohol Comfortable Drugs Escape Lying Man Moments Myth Seek
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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Choice Death Kill Option Save Torture
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
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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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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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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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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