Art Is An Elastic Sort Of Love.

I Think They Must Mix Blood, Otherwise The Human Race Is Bound To Degenerate. Mixing Blood Is Marvelous. It Makes Strong And Intelligent Men. It Takes Away Tired Spirits.

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

I Was A Devil In Other Countries, And I Was A Little Devil In America, Too.

Is That What They Call A Vocation, What You Do With Joy As If You Had Fire In Your Heart, The Devil In Your Body?

Since I Personified The Savage On The Stage, I Tried To Be As Civilized As Possible In Daily Life.