Slow Down? Rest? With All Eternity Before

What Matters Poverty? What Matters Anything To Him Who Is Enamoured Of Our Art? Does He Not Carry In Himself Every Joy And Every Beauty?

The Monster Of Advertisement...is A Sort Of Octopus With Innumerable Tentacles. It Throws Out To Right And Left, In Front And Behind, Its Clammy Arms, And Gathers In, Through Its Thousand Little Suckers, All The Gossip And Slander And Praise Afloat.

I Have Often Been Asked Why I Am So Fond Of Playing Male Parts. As A Matter Of Fact, It Is Not Male Parts, But Male Brains That I Prefer.

Art Is Not About Something, Art Is Something

He Who Is Incapable Of Feeling Strong Passions, Of Being Shaken By Anger, Of Living In Every Sense Of The Word, Will Never Be A Good Actor.