If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
Jean CocteauPoets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
Jean CocteauIf a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
Jean CocteauPoets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
Jean Cocteau