The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. – Jean Cocteau
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. – Jean Cocteau

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. – Jean Cocteau
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. – Jean Cocteau
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time. – Jean Cocteau
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. – Jean Cocteau