The poet doesnt invent. He listens. – Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. – Jean Cocteau
The poet doesnt invent. He listens. – Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. – Jean Cocteau
I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking. – Jean Cocteau
The extreme limit of wisdom, thats what the public calls madness. – Jean Cocteau