Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. – Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. – Jean Cocteau
The extreme limit of wisdom, thats what the public calls madness. – Jean Cocteau