I Do Not Like Detached Creation. Neither

The Actor Is Merely A Crude Empiricist, A Practitioner Guided By Vague Instinct.

For The Lost Are Lost By Nature, All Your Ideas Of Moral Regeneration Will Make No Difference, There Is An Innate Determinism, There Is An Undeniable Incurability In Suicide, Crime, Idiocy, Madness, There Is An Invincible Cuckoldry In Man, There Is A Congenital Weakness Of The Character, A Castration Of The Mind.

If Our Life Lacks A Constant Magic It Is Because We Choose To Observe Our Acts And Lose Ourselves In Consideration Of Their Imagined Form And Meaning, Instead Of Being Impelled By Their Force.

Cruelty In The Theatre Is Unrelenting Decisiveness, Diligence, Strictness.

We Have The Right To Lie, But Not About The Heart Of The Matter.