Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
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There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
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In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
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A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
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