Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
You can't expect to be a lucky dog if you spend all your time growling — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
You are always concentrated on the inner thing. The moment one becomes aware of the crowd, performs for the crowd, it is… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time. — 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
