When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Statues to great men are made of the stones thrown at them in their lifetime. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
A man's truest self realizations might require him, above all, to learn to close his eyes: to let himself be taken unawares,… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted according to the capabilities… — 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
