“The Louvre is like the morgue; one goes there to identify one’s friends.”

—  Jean Cocteau

"Le Secret Professionnel" in Le Rappel à l’Ordre (1922; 1926)
As quoted by Roger Shattuck in "A Native Son of Paris", Jean Cocteau and the French Scene (1984)
Variant: The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.

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French poet, novelist, dramatist, designer, boxing manager … 1889–1963

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