Life Is Little More Than A Loan

When The Characters Are Really Alive Before Their Author, The Latter Does Nothing But Follow Them In Their Action, In Their Words, In The Situations Which They Suggest To Him.

Buffoons, Buffoons! One Can Play Any Tune On Them!

Woe To Him Who Doesn't Know How To Wear His Mask, Be He King Or Pope!

In Bed My Real Love Has Always Been The Sleep That Rescued Me By Allowing Me To Dream.

We All Have A World Of Things Inside Ourselves And Each One Of Us Has His Own Private World. How Can We Understand Each Other If The Words I Use Have The Sense And The Value That I Expect Them To Have, But Whoever Is Listening To Me Inevitably Thinks That Those Same Words Have A Different Sense And Value, Because Of The Private World He Has Inside Himself, Too.