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Poetry is a religion with no hope.

Jean Cocteau

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
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Beautiful Curse Recognition
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
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
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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Fight Humor Intuition Mad Worst
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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Appearance Deep Perspective Time Work
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
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Ability Health Laughter Sign Soul
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
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
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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Creation Force Himself Language Live Manipulation People Poem Poet Understand
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

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