Those Who Know The Joys And Miseries

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.

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

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?

I Refuse The Title Of Artist To Those Who Owe Their Reputations To A Physical Deformity. I Regard Them As Buffoons.

The Actor Is Too Prone To Exaggerate His Powers; He Wants To Play Hamlet When His Appearance Is More Suitable To King Lear.