I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little 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
I love my cats because I love my home, and little by little 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
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death. – 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