Be a mere assistant to your unconscious. Do only half the work. The rest will do itself. Jean Cocteau More Quotes by Jean Cocteau More Quotes From Jean Cocteau I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. Jean Cocteau cat dog home Mirrors should think longer before they reflect. Jean Cocteau mirrors appearance thinking Style is a simple way of saying complicated things. Jean Cocteau style fashion simple We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel. Jean Cocteau shelter guardian angel An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. Jean Cocteau plant speak art Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts. Jean Cocteau past-present-future what-matters earth Living is a horizontal fall. Jean Cocteau horizontal fall Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Jean Cocteau ugly-things dying death If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed. Jean Cocteau becoming poet dream The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off. Jean Cocteau hilarious sexy funny Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground. Jean Cocteau knowing dog running Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious. Jean Cocteau art-is conscious art I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau people 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 glasses mirrors advice We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? Jean Cocteau witty inspirational funny 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. Jean Cocteau drug love moving I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves. Jean Cocteau veins wave language The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living. Jean Cocteau eye teaching An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original. Jean Cocteau original-art artist order Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality. Jean Cocteau lying reality art
