The Theatre Is The Involuntary Reflex Of

Legend Remains Victorious In Spite Of History.

If I Have A Foreign Accent—which I Much Regret—it Is Cosmopolitan, But Not Teutonic. I Am A Daughter Of The Great Jewish Race, And My Somewhat Uncultivated Language Is The Outcome Of Our Enforced Wanderings.

I Have, Thanks To My Travels, Added To My Stock All The Superstitions Of Other Countries. I Know Them All Now, And In Any Critical Moment Of My Life, They All Rise Up In Armed Legions For Or Against Me.

For The Theatre One Needs Long Arms... An Artiste With Short Arms Can Never Make A Fine Gesture.

We Must Live For The Few Who Know And Appreciate Us, Who Judge And Absolve Us, And For Whom We Have The Same Affection And Indulgence. The Rest I Look Upon As A Mere Crowd, Lively Or Sad, Loyal Or Corrupt, From Whom There Is Nothing To Be Expected But Fleeting Emotions, Either Pleasant Or Unpleasant, Which Leave No Trace Behind Them.