Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
JEAN COCTEAUA true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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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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Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
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The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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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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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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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for.
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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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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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French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
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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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The joy of the young is to disobey.
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I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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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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