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.

— Jean Cocteau

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

— Jean Cocteau

I suppose the artists invented the firm breasts they put on women, and that in reality all women had flabby ones.

— Jean Cocteau

Life is a horizontal fall.

— Jean Cocteau

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

— Jean Cocteau

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it.

— Jean Cocteau

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.

— Jean Cocteau

One sits down first one thinks afterward.

— Jean Cocteau

Paris, however―because of her purely fortuitous beauty, because of the old things which have become a part of her, because of her entanglement of buildings and tenements―Paris yields herself in discovery as an attic beloved in our childhood gave up its secrets.

— Jean Cocteau

Plantation will sprout But forget about the rustic festivities For the explosive word falls harmlessly eternal through the compact generations

— Jean Cocteau