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Jean Cocteau

Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau (5 July 1889 – 11 October 1963) French poet, novelist, painter, and filmaker.
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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?

Jean Cocteau

Art is science made clear.

Jean Cocteau

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

Jean Cocteau

The extreme limit of wisdom-- that is what the public calls madness.

Jean Cocteau

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

Jean Cocteau

I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.

Jean Cocteau

We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like.

Jean Cocteau

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

Jean Cocteau

The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, they finish by loading honors on your head.

Jean Cocteau

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.

Jean Cocteau

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Jean Cocteau

It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.

Jean Cocteau

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizzare which seems inherent in them.

Jean Cocteau

Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.

Jean Cocteau

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

Jean Cocteau

True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.

Jean Cocteau

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Jean Cocteau

Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.

Jean Cocteau

Tact in audacity consists in knowing how far we may go too far.

Jean Cocteau

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

Jean Cocteau

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

Jean Cocteau

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Jean Cocteau

Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture.

Jean Cocteau

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

Jean Cocteau

There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

Jean Cocteau
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