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. Jean Cocteau actualbearbewilder share on social
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently. Jean Cocteau differentlydrawhandwriting Change image and share on social
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? Jean Cocteau explainlucksuccess Change image and share on social
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. Jean Cocteau catenjoyhome Change image and share on social
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
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious. Jean Cocteau artconsciousmarriage Change image and share on social
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. Jean Cocteau liarpoetspeak Change image and share on social
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist. Jean Cocteau artistliveman 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
