The Truth, The Absolute Truth, Is That

The Dramatic Art Would Appear To Be Rather A Feminine Art; It Contains In Itself All The Artifices Which Belong To The Province Ofwoman: The Desire To Please, Facility To Express Emotions And Hide Defects, And The Faculty Of Assimilation Which Is The Real Essence Of Woman.

Energy Creates Energy. It Is By Spending Myself That I Become Rich.

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.

New Ideas Come Into This World Somewhat Like Falling Meteors, With A Flash And An Explosion, And Perhaps Somebody's Castle-roof Perforated.

What Would Life Be Without Art? Science Prolongs Life. To Consist Of What-eating, Drinking, And Sleeping? What Is The Good Of Living Longer If It Is Only A Matter Of Satisfying The Requirements That Sustain Life? All This Is Nothing Without The Charm Of Art.