More from Jean Cocteau
- Opium (1929)
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
A Call to Order (1926)The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
“Postambule” in La Fin du Potomac (1939)
More about money
Benjamin Franklin1706–1790Preface, Poor Richard’s Almanack (1758)Cocaine is God’s way of telling someone that they’re too rich.



