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.
JEAN COCTEAUCultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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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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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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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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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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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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The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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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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Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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