Tact is knowing how far to go too far. – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
Tact is knowing how far to go too far. – Jean Cocteau
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. – Jean Cocteau