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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.

Jean Cocteau

Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty 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
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
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
It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Difficult Earth Live Serious
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
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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Beautiful Clothes Sex
The only way to kill death is through photography.
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Camera Death Kill Photography Way
Art is science in the flesh.
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Art Body One Liner Science
The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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Force Habit Learning Object Place Poet Position Soul Tragedy Visible World
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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Death Greatness Media Myself News Pieces Sad Yourself
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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Art Conscious Deep Marriage Philosophy Spiritual

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