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 humor
George Bernard Shaw1856–1950The Doctor’s Dilemma (1911), Act V
Mark Twain1835–1910“What Paul Bourget Thinks of Us?” (1897)


