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Jean Cocteau

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About Jean Cocteau

Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau was a French poet, playwright, screenwriter, novelist, designer, film director, visual artist and critic. He was one of the foremost avant-garde artists of the 20th century and highly influential on the Surrealist and Dadaist movements, among others. The National Observer suggested that "of the artistic generation whose daring gave birth to Twentieth Century Art, Cocteau came closest to being a Renaissance man".

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Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by l…

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Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre whi…
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 oth…
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.