Jean Cocteau Quotes

Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau was a French writer, designer, playwright, artist and filmmaker. Cocteau is best known for his novel Les Enfants Terribles , and the films The Blood of a Poet , Les Parents Terribles , Beauty and the Beast and Orpheus . His circle of associates, friends and lovers included Kenneth Anger, Pablo Picasso, Gertrude Stein, Jean Hugo, Jean Marais, Henri Bernstein, Yul Brynner, Marlene Dietrich, Coco Chanel, Erik Satie, Albert Gleizes, Igor Stravinsky, Marie Laurencin, María Félix, Édith Piaf, Panama Al Brown, Colette, Jean Genet, and Raymond Radiguet.

✵ 5. July 1889 – 11. October 1963
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Famous Jean Cocteau Quotes

“Living is a horizontal fall.”

Opium (1929)
Variant: Life is a horizontal fall.
Source: Opium: The Diary of His Cure

“The extreme limit of wisdom — that’s what the public calls madness.”

Le Coq et l’Arlequin (1918)

Jean Cocteau Quotes about art

“Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.”

As quoted in New York World Telegram & Sun (21 August 1960); also in Threads: My Life Behind the Seams in the High-Stakes World of Fashion (2004) by Joseph Abboud, p. 79

“An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.”

As quoted in Newsweek (16 May 1955) Variant translation: Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture.

“Art is science made clear.”

Le Coq et l’Arlequin (1918)

“The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.”

Cyril Connolly in The Unquiet Grave (1944; 1951), Part 2
Misattributed

“Film will only become an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.”

As quoted in The Super 8 Book (1975) by Lenny Lipton (ed. Chet Roaman); also in Aesthetic Aspects of Recent Experimental Film (1980) by Barry Walter Moore, Garth S. Jowett, p. 6

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“The joy of youth is to disobey, but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.”

As quoted in Geary's Guide to the World's Great Aphorists (2007) by James Geary, p. 271

Jean Cocteau Quotes

“Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.”

Source: Opium: The Diary of His Cure

“Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted according to the capabilities of a man who rejects the falsifications of the categorical imperative.”

Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Context: Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted according to the capabilities of a man who rejects the falsifications of the categorical imperative.
This personal morality may appear to be immorality itself in the eyes of those who lie to themselves, or who live a life of confusion, in such a manner that, for them, a lie becomes the truth, and our truth becomes a lie...

“Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility.”

Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Context: Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility. In that case, you ask me, of what use is it? Of no use. Who will see it? No one. Which does not prevent it from being an outrage to modesty, though its exhibitionism is squandered on the blind. It is enough for poetry to express a personal ethic, which can then break away in the form of a work. It insists on living its own life. It becomes the pretext for a thousand misunderstandings that go by the name of glory...

“Beauty is always the result of an accident. Of a violent lapse between acquired habits and those yet to be acquired.”

Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Context: Beauty is always the result of an accident. Of a violent lapse between acquired habits and those yet to be acquired. It baffles and disgusts. It may even horrify. Once the new habit has been acquired, the accident ceases to be an accident. It becomes classical and loses its shock value.

“It insists on living its own life. It becomes the pretext for a thousand misunderstandings that go by the name of glory…”

Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Context: Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility. In that case, you ask me, of what use is it? Of no use. Who will see it? No one. Which does not prevent it from being an outrage to modesty, though its exhibitionism is squandered on the blind. It is enough for poetry to express a personal ethic, which can then break away in the form of a work. It insists on living its own life. It becomes the pretext for a thousand misunderstandings that go by the name of glory...

“What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist’s presence makes itself felt above that of the model”

"De la Ligne" in La Difficulté d’Etre [The Difficulty of Being] (1947)
Context: What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist’s presence makes itself felt above that of the model... With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. It strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. It is, in a way, the soul’s style, and if the line ceases to have a life of its own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies.

“History is facts which become lies in the end; legends are lies which become history in the end.”

As quoted in The Observer (22 September 1957)
Context: What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end; legends are lies which become history in the end.

“What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.”

Le Coq et l’Arlequin (1918)

“We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?”

On his election to Académie Française (1955) Variant translation: Of course I believe in luck. How else does one explain the successes of one's enemies?

“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”

Depuis le jour de ma naissance, ma mort s'est mise en marche. Elle marche à ma rencontre, sans se presser.
"Postambule" in La Fin du Potomac (1939); later published in Collected Works Vol. 2 (1947)

“I am a lie who always speaks the truth.”

"La Paquet Rouge" in Opéra (1925)

“The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.”

Source: Le Potomak : Précédé d'un Prospectus 1916

“True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.”

Le Mystère Laïc (1928); later published in Collected Works Vol. 10 (1950)

“One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.”

Le Coq et l’Arlequin (1918)

“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal… unnable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself.”

Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Context: Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal... unnable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort, the trifling feeling of escape experienced at a masked ball. He distances himself from that which he feels and sees. He invents. He transfigures. He mythifies. He creates. He fancies himself an artist. He imitates, in his small way, the painters he claims are mad.

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