Jean Cocteau

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

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?

Most government officials are rushing headlong to solve the problems of 50 years ago, with their ears assailed by the sound of snails whizzing by.

When I was presenting 'Animal Hospital,' the grey started to creep into my beard and moustache. I used my wife's mascara to darken it.