The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. – Jean Cocteau
Tact in audacity consists in knowing how far we may go too far. – Jean Cocteau

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. – Jean Cocteau
Tact in audacity consists in knowing how far we may go too far. – Jean Cocteau
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing. – Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau