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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.

Jean Cocteau

It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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Believe Deep Religious Spirit
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
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
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
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
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
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
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
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Death Mirror See Yourself
Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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Action Appearance Youth
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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Art Moral Praise
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
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Acceptance Confession Happiness Hate Quite Secret Simplicity Try Understand
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
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
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
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

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