And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
JEAN COCTEAUAnything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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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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Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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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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One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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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.
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Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
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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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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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