Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don’t like – then cultivate it. That’s the only part of your work that’s individual and worth keeping.
JEAN COCTEAUArt produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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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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Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
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When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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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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After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
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The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.
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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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