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I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.

Jean Cocteau

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Artist Cost Material Money Movie
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Unique Work Yourself
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
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
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Hope One Liner Poet Poetry Religion
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Creativity Inspirational Motivational World Yourself
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
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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Disappoint Experience Friendship Love Short
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
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
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
There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Deep Evidence Love Philosophy
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
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
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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Fight Humor Intuition Mad Worst
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 eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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Death Eyes Live
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Believe Explanation Luck
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Feeling Goodness Motivational Music Mystery Object
One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Deep Mistake One Liner Oneself Truth
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
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Artist Escape Kind Prison Work
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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Discipline Oneself Period Talk Theft
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
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Himself Poet Rose True
Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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Appearance Better Delicate Discover Force Lose Yourself
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason

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