He Who Is Incapable Of Feeling Strong

I Have, Thanks To My Travels, Added To My Stock All The Superstitions Of Other Countries. I Know Them All Now, And In Any Critical Moment Of My Life, They All Rise Up In Armed Legions For Or Against Me.

I Have Often Been Asked Why I Am So Fond Of Playing Male Parts. As A Matter Of Fact, It Is Not Male Parts, But Male Brains That I Prefer.

Alas, We Are The Victims Of Advertisement. Those Who Taste The Joys And Sorrows Of Fame When They Have Passed Forty, Know How To Look After Themselves. They Know What Is Concealed Beneath The Flowers, And What The Gossip, The Calumnies, And The Praise Are Worth. But As For Those Who Win Fame When They Are Twenty, They Know Nothing, And Are Caught Up In The Whirlpool.

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?

I Refuse The Title Of Artist To Those Who Owe Their Reputations To A Physical Deformity. I Regard Them As Buffoons.