If I Had My Will, I Would

If I Had My Will, I Would Live In A Ship On The Sea And Never Come Nearer To Humanity Than That!

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, The Actors And Actresses Must All Die Of The Plague. They Poison The Air, They Make Art Impossible. It Is Not Drama That They Play, But Pieces For The Theatre. We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air; The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.

Precepts, Conventions - Above All Traditions - Have No Value In Art.

... Does It Seem To You That It Is Possible To Speak Of Art? It Would Be The Same As Explaining Love!

Anyone Who Presumes To Teach Art Has No Understanding Of It.