Slow Down? Rest? With All Eternity Before

We Ought To Hate Very Rarely, As It Is Too Fatiguing; Remain Indifferent To A Great Deal, Forgive Often And Never Forget.

We Must Live For The Few Who Know And Appreciate Us, Who Judge And Absolve Us, And For Whom We Have The Same Affection And Indulgence. The Rest I Look Upon As A Mere Crowd, Lively Or Sad, Loyal Or Corrupt, From Whom There Is Nothing To Be Expected But Fleeting Emotions, Either Pleasant Or Unpleasant, Which Leave No Trace Behind Them.

The Truth, The Absolute Truth, Is That The Chief Beauty For The Theatre Consists In Fine Bodily Proportions.

Art Is Not About Something, Art Is Something

A Defective Voice Will Always Preclude An Artist From Achieving The Complete Development Of His Art, However Intelligent He May Be.... The Voice Is An Instrument Which The Artist Must Learn To Use With Suppleness And Sureness, As If It Were A Limb.