To keep up even a worthwhile tradition means vitiating the idea behind it which must necessarily be in a constant state of evolution: it is mad to try to express new feelings in a mummified form.

We believe that the applause of silence is the only kind that counts.

Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations.

It is conventional to call monster any blending of dissonant elements. I call monster every original inexhaustible beauty.

The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost expurgated of idiots.

The theater, bringing impersonal masks to life, is only for those who are virile enough to create new life: either as a conflict of passions subtler than those we already know, or as a complete new character.