Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
JEAN COCTEAUMystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
JEAN COCTEAUThe ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
JEAN COCTEAUThe poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
JEAN COCTEAUBeauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
JEAN COCTEAUIf it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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.
JEAN COCTEAUWe must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
JEAN COCTEAUMirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
JEAN COCTEAUSilence moves faster when it’s going backward.
JEAN COCTEAUChildren and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
JEAN COCTEAUSince these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
JEAN COCTEAUI have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.
JEAN COCTEAUThe only way to kill death is through photography.
JEAN COCTEAUAnything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
JEAN COCTEAUMay the devil himself splatter you with dung.
JEAN COCTEAUMan 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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