You’ve never seen death? look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive. — Jean Cocteau
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. — Jean Cocteau
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture. — Jean Cocteau
Children and lunatics cut the gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie. — Jean Cocteau
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. — Jean Cocteau
Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently. — Jean Cocteau
A good upbringing consists in hiding how much you think of yourself, and how little you think of others. — Jean Cocteau
The joy of the young is to disobey – but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. — Jean Cocteau
Of course I believe in luck. How otherwise to explain the success of some people you detest? — Jean Cocteau