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An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

Jean Cocteau

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
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
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
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Death Fear Love Myself People
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
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Addiction Body Oneself
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Art Artist Discussion Plant Talk Voice
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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Count Earth Moment
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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Attitude Born Himself Mindset Wealth
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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Fountain Movie One Liner Thinking
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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Fight Humor Intuition Mad Worst
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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Deep Lying One Liner Poet Talk Truth
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
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Death Live Myself Teaching Try
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

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