I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. – Jean Cocteau
I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little they become its visible soul. – Jean Cocteau
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. – Jean Cocteau
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort. – Jean Cocteau
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we dont like? – Jean Cocteau