Me Pray? Never! I'm An Atheist.

Once The Curtain Is Raised, The Actor Is Ceases To Belong To Himself. He Belongs To His Character, To His Author, To His Public. He Must Do The Impossible To Identify Himself With The First, Not To Betray The Second, And Not To Disappoint The Third.

Alas, We Are The Victims Of Advertisement. Those Who Taste The Joys And Sorrows Of Fame When They Have Passed Forty, Know How To Look After Themselves. They Know What Is Concealed Beneath The Flowers, And What The Gossip, The Calumnies, And The Praise Are Worth. But As For Those Who Win Fame When They Are Twenty, They Know Nothing, And Are Caught Up In The Whirlpool.

The Dramatic Art Would Appear To Be Rather A Feminine Art; It Contains In Itself All The Artifices Which Belong To The Province Ofwoman: The Desire To Please, Facility To Express Emotions And Hide Defects, And The Faculty Of Assimilation Which Is The Real Essence Of Woman.

Oscar Wilde: 'do You Mind If I Smoke?' Sarah Bernhardt: 'i Don't Care If You Burn.'

Me Pray? Never! I'm An Atheist.