If I Had My Will, I Would

To Help, To Continually Help And Share, That Is The Sum Of All Knowledge; That Is The Meaning Of Art.

When We Grow Old, There Can Only Be One Regret - Not To Have Given Enough Of Ourselves.

I Have The Greatest Of All Riches: That Of Not Desiring Them.

If I Were Twenty Or Thirty Years Younger, I Would Start Afresh In This Field With The Certainty Of Accomplishing Much. But I Should Have To Learn From The Bottom Up, Forgetting The Theatre Entirely And Concentrating On The Special Medium Of This New Art. My Mistake, And That Of Many Others, Lay In Employing "theatrical" Techniques Despite Every Effort To Avoid Them. Here Is Something Quite, Quite Fresh, A Penetrating Form Of Visual Poetry, An Untried Exponent Of The Human Soul. Alas, I Am Too Old For It!

Work Means So Many Things! So Many! Among Other Things, Work Also Means Freedom. ... Without It Even The Miracle Of Love Is Only A Cruel Deception.