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 concerndeathexpress share on social
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. Jean Cocteau friendidentifylouvre Change image and share on social
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Jean Cocteau beginbirthday Change image and share on social
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you. Jean Cocteau criticizecultivatepublic Change image and share on social
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 beardheadlongman Change image and share on social
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. Jean Cocteau bothergardenernursery Change image and share on social
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. Jean Cocteau aheadappeartime Change image and share on social
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them. Jean Cocteau truthwin Change image and share on social
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? Jean Cocteau dislikeexplainluck Change image and share on social
