The Applause Of Silence. Is The Only

We Shall Not Have Succeeded In Demolishing Everything Unless We Demolish The Ruins As Well. But The Only Way I Can See Of Doing That Is To Use Them To Put Up A Lot Of Fine, Well-designed Buildings.

La Mort N'est Que Pour Les Me Diocres. Death Is Only For The Mediocre.

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.

To Keep Up Even A Worthwhile Tradition Means Vitiating The Idea Behind It Which Must Necessarily Be In A Constant State Of Evolution: It Is Mad To Try To Express New Feelings In A Mummified Form.

The Virtue Of Dress Rehearsals Is That They Are A Free Show For A Select Group Of Artists And Friends Of The Author, And Where For One Unique Evening The Audience Is Almost Expurgated Of Idiots.