The poet doesnt invent. He listens. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau

The poet doesnt invent. He listens. – Jean Cocteau
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? – Jean Cocteau
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another. – Jean Cocteau
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail. – Jean Cocteau