May the devil himself splatter you with dung.
JEAN COCTEAUDo as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
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The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.
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Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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