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

Jean Cocteau

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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Discipline Oneself Period Talk Theft
The joy of the young is to disobey.
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Joy Obey One Liner Young
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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Art Lying Preference Reality
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
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
When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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Display Disturb Myself Paint Writing
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Creativity Inspirational Motivational World Yourself
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
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Forever God Infinity Mystery Ourselves
Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
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Acceptance Deserve Oneself Reward 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
After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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Poison Reading Remove Temptation Writing Yourself
The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Angel Home Protection Shelter
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 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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