The Theatre Is The Involuntary Reflex Of

[when Asked At Age 79 Why Her Paris Apartment Was Located Up Many Flights Of Stairs At The Top Of The Building:] It's The Only Way I Can Still Make The Hearts Of Men Beat Faster.

A Defective Voice Will Always Preclude An Artist From Achieving The Complete Development Of His Art, However Intelligent He May Be.... The Voice Is An Instrument Which The Artist Must Learn To Use With Suppleness And Sureness, As If It Were A Limb.

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.

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

The Artist's Personality Must Be Left In His Dressing-room; His Soul Must Be Denuded Of Its Own Sensations And Clothed With The Base Or Noble Qualities He Is Called Upon To Exhibit.... [he] Must Leave Behind Him The Cares And Vexations Of Life, Throw Aside His Personality For Several Hours, And Move In The Dream Of Another Life, Forgetting Everything.