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

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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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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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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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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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It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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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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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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