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The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.

Jean Cocteau

Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
JEAN COCTEAU

Audacity Far Journey Yourself
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
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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Criticism Cultivate Hate Unique Work 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
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 is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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Myself Poetry Reason
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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Animal Dog Hope Performance Poetry Religion Service Training
May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
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Devil Dirty Yourself
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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Death Drugs Ghost Home
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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Drive Myself Name Poetry Simplicity Wait
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Language Myself Nature Ocean Understand
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
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
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
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Himself Poet Rose True

The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.

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