Mime, Like Music, Knows Neither Borders Nor

Chaplin Made Me Laugh And Cry Without Saying A Word. I Had An Instinct. I Was Touched By The Soul Of Chaplin - Mime Is Not An Imitator But A Creator.

No Art Is Superior To Another One, But Every Art Looks For Expertise And Perfection. This Is Life, Which Continues; This Is Why There Is No Death. There Is Continuation. There Is No Silence. There Is A Continuation Of Thought.

Silence Is Like A Flame, You See?

Mime Makes The Invisible, Visible And The Visible, Invisible.

Do Not The Most Moving Moments Of Our Lives Find Us Without Words?