Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.
JEAN COCTEAUI only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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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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Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
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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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Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
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Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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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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Art is science in the flesh.
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Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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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 prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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