Jean Cocteau

I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike…

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent…

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood…

The poet doesn’t invent. He listens…

I am a lie who always speaks the truth…

The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness…

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth…

I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its…

You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it…

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death…

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and…

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects…

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious…

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying…

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture…