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The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.

Jean Cocteau

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
I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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Deep Difference History Illusion Myth Mythology Perspective Reality Truth
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Image Mirror Reflection
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Deep Mirror One Liner Reflection Thinking
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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Deep Lying One Liner Poet Talk Truth
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
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Light Ourselves Poetry Record Role Strict Surprise Word
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
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
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
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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Himself Reading Stupidity
French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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Attitude Bad Identity Mood People Personality
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
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

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