Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Jean Cocteau More Quotes by Jean Cocteau More Quotes From Jean Cocteau The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood. Jean Cocteau poeticmisunderstoodtragedy Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently. Jean Cocteau unravelinghandwritingties Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper. Jean Cocteau raw-materialspaperart 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. Jean Cocteau menmeanlying I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition. Jean Cocteau exhibitspublicityexhibitions A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. Jean Cocteau poetrynurserose It is not I who become addicted, it is my body. Jean Cocteau overcoming-addictionaddictionbody There are poets and there are grownups. Jean Cocteau grownupspoetpoetry 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. Jean Cocteau lastsdoemen The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up. Jean Cocteau congratulationsgivingart Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for. Jean Cocteau indispensablepoetryart After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. Jean Cocteau readinglongdeath Everyone's pet is the most outstanding. This begets mutual blindness. Jean Cocteau outstandingpetanimal A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system. Jean Cocteau massagecartravel And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept. Jean Cocteau hatesimplemen I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow. Jean Cocteau littlesgivingorder History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth. Jean Cocteau fableslyingreality All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it. Jean Cocteau mysteriousmusicfeelings Art is science in the flesh. Jean Cocteau philosophyhistoryart Art is not a pastime but a priesthood. Jean Cocteau priesthoodart-isart
