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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Jean Cocteau

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 prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
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
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
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
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
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
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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Control Feeling Myself
Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don’t like – then cultivate it. That’s the only part of your work that’s individual and worth keeping.
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Care Criticism Listening Work Yourself
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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Complication Simplicity Style Way
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
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Death Journal Receive Writing
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Inspirational Motivational Public Yourself

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