Zitat des Tages von Jean Cocteau:
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.
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.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature.
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture.
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
Man 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.
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 loading honors on your head.
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 poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
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.