You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want

I Know At Last What Distinguishes Man From Animals; Financial Worries.

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.

To A Man Whose Mind Is Free There Is Something Even More Intolerable In The Sufferings Of Animals Than In The Sufferings Of Man. For With The Latter It Is At Least Admitted That Suffering Is Evil And That The Man Who Causes It Is A Criminal. But Thousands Of Animals Are Uselessly Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. If Any Man Were To Refer To It, He Would Be Thought Ridiculous. And That Is The Unpardonable Crime.

There Is No Joy Other Than The Joy Of Creating. There Is No Man Who Is Truly Alive Other Than One Who Is Creating. All Others Are Just Shadows On The Earth With Nothing To Do With Being Alive. The Joy Of Living, Whether It Is Love Or Action, Is The Joy Of Creating.

Theatre Supposes Lives That Are Poor And Agitated, A People Searching In Dreams For A Refuge From Thought. If We Were Happier And Freer We Should Not Feel Hungry For Theatre. A People That Is Happy And Free Has Need Of Festivities More Than Of Theatres; It Will Always See In Itself The Finest Spectacle.