I Did Not Use Paint, I Made

All That I Have To Offer As An Artist Is The Revelation Of My Soul

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, The Actors And Actresses Must All Die Of The Plague. They Poison The Air, They Make Art Impossible. It Is Not Drama That They Play, But Pieces For The Theatre. We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air; The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.

I Have The Greatest Of All Riches: That Of Not Desiring Them.

Work Means So Many Things! So Many! Among Other Things, Work Also Means Freedom. ... Without It Even The Miracle Of Love Is Only A Cruel Deception.

When We Grow Old, There Can Only Be One Regret - Not To Have Given Enough Of Ourselves.