It Is By Spending Oneself That One

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

Your Words Are My Food, Your Breath My Wine. You Are Everything To Me.

Slow Down? Rest? With All Eternity Before Me?

The Truth, The Absolute Truth, Is That The Chief Beauty For The Theatre Consists In Fine Bodily Proportions.

Alas, We Are The Victims Of Advertisement. Those Who Taste The Joys And Sorrows Of Fame When They Have Passed Forty, Know How To Look After Themselves. They Know What Is Concealed Beneath The Flowers, And What The Gossip, The Calumnies, And The Praise Are Worth. But As For Those Who Win Fame When They Are Twenty, They Know Nothing, And Are Caught Up In The Whirlpool.