I Did Not Use Paint, I Made

Work Means So Many Things! So Many! Among Other Things, Work Also Means Freedom. ... Without It Even The Miracle Of Love Is Only A Cruel Deception.

Ibsen Is Like This Room Where We Are Sitting, With All The Tables And Chairs. Do I Care Whether You Have Twenty Or Twenty-five Links On Your Chain? Hedda Gabler, Nora And The Rest: It Is Not That I Want! I Want Rome And The Coliseum, The Acropolis, Athens; I Want Beauty, And The Flame Of Life.

If The Sight Of The Blue Skies Fills You With Joy, If A Blade Of Grass Springing Up In The Fields Has Power To Move You, If The Simple Things Of Nature Have A Message That You Understand, Rejoice, For Your Soul Is Alive.

... Does It Seem To You That It Is Possible To Speak Of Art? It Would Be The Same As Explaining Love!

We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air: The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.