The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I love my cats because I love 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 my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
Tact in audacity consists in knowing how far we may go too far. – Jean Cocteau