Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
JEAN COCTEAUWe are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
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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French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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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.
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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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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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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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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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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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I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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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.
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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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The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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