All That I Have To Offer As

I Did Not Use Paint, I Made Myself Up Morally.

Ibsen Is Like This Room Where We Are Sitting, With All The Tables And Chairs. Do I Care Whether You Have Twenty Or Twenty-five Links On Your Chain? Hedda Gabler, Nora And The Rest: It Is Not That I Want! I Want Rome And The Coliseum, The Acropolis, Athens; I Want Beauty, And The Flame Of Life.

The One Happiness Is To Shut One's Door Upon A Little Room, With A Table Before One, And To Create; To Create Life In That Isolation From Life.

Interpretation Is The Evidence Of Growth And Knowledge, The Latter Through Sorrow ? That Great Teacher.

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, And Actors And Actresses All Die Of The Plague ... They Make Art Impossible.