“I grant you that, if you'll admit, as I do, that we are pawns of an unknown force that lives within us… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
