Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
Quote by Jean Cocteau
Jean Cocteau Quotes
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not...
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do...
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his...
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects...
Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss...
An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order...
The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say...
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death....
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its...
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which...