What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?

He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor.

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.

When he to whom one speaks does not understand, and he who speaks himself does not understand, that is metaphysics.

Every journalist who is not too stupid or too full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible.

He who does not think much of himself is much more esteemed than he imagines.