I Refuse The Title Of Artist To

If I Have A Foreign Accent—which I Much Regret—it Is Cosmopolitan, But Not Teutonic. I Am A Daughter Of The Great Jewish Race, And My Somewhat Uncultivated Language Is The Outcome Of Our Enforced Wanderings.

For The Theatre One Needs Long Arms... An Artiste With Short Arms Can Never Make A Fine Gesture.

Once The Curtain Is Raised, The Actor Is Ceases To Belong To Himself. He Belongs To His Character, To His Author, To His Public. He Must Do The Impossible To Identify Himself With The First, Not To Betray The Second, And Not To Disappoint The Third.

Each Action Of The Actor On The Stage Should Be The Visible Concomitant Of His Thoughts.

I Have Often Been Asked Why I Am So Fond Of Playing Male Parts. As A Matter Of Fact, It Is Not Male Parts, But Male Brains That I Prefer.