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Art is science in the flesh.

Jean Cocteau

I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
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Best Friendship God Lost Mercy Myself
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
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
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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Art Beautiful Fashion Hands Production Time Ugly
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
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Art Artist Bad Fame Give Up Reward Success
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
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
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Help Important Recognition
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
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
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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Artist Paint Photograph Poet Rare True
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Death Fear Love Myself People

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