An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. – Jean Cocteau
After the writers death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. – Jean Cocteau

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. – Jean Cocteau
After the writers death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. – Jean Cocteau
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. – Jean Cocteau
Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue! – Jean Cocteau
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky. – Rainer Maria Rilke