“The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.”
Wisdom
“I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.”
SadAll Quotes by Jean Cocteau
“I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?”
Success“All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.”
Good“I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.”
Sad“Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.”
Art“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.”
Design“Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Death“I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
Home“Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.”
Art“A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.”
Poetry“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, the finish by loading honors on your head.”
Society“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Death“You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.”
Death“I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.”
Best“Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.”
Art“The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.”
Art“Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.”
Poetry“We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?”
Success“The poet doesn't invent. He listens.”
Poetry“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”
Death