The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we dont like? – Jean Cocteau