The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau
A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system. – Jean Cocteau
The extreme limit of wisdom, thats what the public calls madness. – Jean Cocteau