The joy of the young is to disobey.
JEAN COCTEAUI have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Art is science in the flesh.
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What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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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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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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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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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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Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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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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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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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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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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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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Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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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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