An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Imitation
It is not I who become addicted, it is my body.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Defects, The Body
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Art
There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Men
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Angels
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Critics, Criticism
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Museums
Poetry is indispensable—if I only knew what for.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Poets, Poetry
A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system.
—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
Topics: Dreams
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Luck
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Poverty
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Art
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.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Body, Try, Fail, Society, Yin, Honor
The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Literature, Books
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Drugs, Illusion, Alcohol
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: People, Public
To be audacious with tact, you have to know to what point you can go too far.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Manners
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Arts, Art, Artists
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Youth
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Live-now, Past and Present
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Style
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Drugs
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Wealth
Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet’s job. The rest is literature.
—Jean Cocteau
Tact is knowing how far to go too far.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Tact
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Art, Fashion
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Mystery
Art is science made clear.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Artists, Arts, Art
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
—Jean Cocteau
Topics: Dying, Death
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